Weather
There are times I often wonder, when I heard the sound of thunder. I sit at the window pane, looking out to see the rain. There are times I'd like to know, when I would see the beautiful whit snow. Sometimes I would stand on my feet, when I heard the rain and sleet. The days we all had fun, under the bright yellow sun. At night there's a bright blue moon, that will appear very soon.
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