The rain

You can see it in puddle's and stream's in the dirt on the grass on the side walk's on the car's and roof's of them and the house's and the window's and on the tree's leeeve's and the rain has a pretty glow and the nature it help's is to it's a angle in it's own way 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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Emma maye

Isn't it lovely?

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