Spring Rain
On my way home from school one spring night,
wishing I was in my warm bed.
I looked around the bland barren street,
when something dropped on my head.
Up in the sky were silver clouds,
that looked ready to pop.
As I stared in anticipation
my feet slowed to a stop.
It started slow at first,
a few drops here and there.
But then it poured down harder,
and soon, water was everywhere.
A smile spread across my face
as I span around in the rain,
The smile turned into a laugh
that took away all of my pain.
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