Rain

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It's raining outside,
The door is open wide,
I can see it from here,
So I'm steering clear.

Sitting inside is boring,
So I begin a drawing.
The scratch on the paper,
The rain settling like water vapour.

It's clearing up now,
The sun, on the prowl,
I can see a rainbow in the sky,
It's definitely up high.

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