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The Rain

I rain like a mad, without mind at all, whether it's light, or it's dark. I don't have time, i just come as i need, day and night. Oh, what iam?! I move far away, miles and miles, but i don't have legs, to walk and run. When i reach on the ground, the plants looks fresh, the pigs and ducks, enjoy the world's joy, because of me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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