The Rain

(This lovely poem is work of imagination of our little reader Ananya)


When the rain comes down,
there are water drops everywhere.
Splashing the kids go all around
through the puddles on the ground.
As the cold wind blows,
hats and boots everyone wears,
I am looking out of the window
while sitting on a chair,
wondering how it would be
in the freezing cold air.
I go outside, a bunch of clouds, I see
but then, there comes a rainbow
as pretty as can be.


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