Waiting For the Rain
The sun shines hot on the roofs in the town;
The birds are quiet;the grass is brown.
Behind the cars the dust flies high,
The trees are grey;the stream is dry.
Tomorrow will be the same again,
Or will it rain?
The ground is cold as we walk to school;
The road is mud and the hair is cool.
The trees and grass are growing green,
And all the world is washed and clean.
Tomorrow will be the same again-
It is the rain.
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