I adore the sound of summer rain|
When it pitter-patters on the window pane.
It makes the air so fresh and clean,
And paints the lawn the brightest green.
Flowers rise up in their beds
With fresh-painted bobbing heads.
Each soft droplet gently splashes
Delightfully upon my lashes.
There's nothing like the summer rain,
As it sings to me it's soft refrain.
When all is sweet and fresh and new,
It leaves behind a sky of blue.
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