Song of the Sky (Rain)

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Drip, plip, plop,
Tiny rain drop.

Splish, splash, crash,
The sky turns ash.

Beautiful skies,
But she cries,

Singing me a sad song,
All the day long.

Splishes, splashes, plops,
Army of rain drops.

Clear the sky,
So she smiles wide.

Beautiful pink blush,
Golden eyes.

Her smile a beam,
She starts to dream.

A lyrical/alliteration poem

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