Rain...
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Category : Poems
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Bad weather,
already...
for many days.
All the ways,
are saturated.
Small puddles,
are formed.
A thirsty tree,
leaned forward.
He was dry,
and could die.
Please Lord....
I'm thirsty,
let it rain.....
.... said the tree.
After all this,
I'll be free!
