Page 59 - Navya Poem
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RAIN
Rain ,rain ,rain.
Everything can drain
Is it blue or white,
please tell ,which is right?
How nice is the rain!
I saw it from a train.
Pitter-patter on the roof and ground,
falls water ,swirling round.
Just smell the wet mud during a shower,
it is as sweet as that of a rose-flower.
Dropping raindrops with a huge cry,
make the land fertile that was earlier dry.
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