The first drops of rain,
Like gentle jewels of silver.
Falling on to earth.
The sweet smell of the wet earth.
That fills us with joy.
And brings a smile on the face of the farmer.
Quenching the thirst of the parched earth.
Enabling naughty little boys to make paper boats.
To jump in puddles and dirty their clothes.
Sweet rain come again.
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