RAIN POEM by myself


LITTLE RAINDROPS


                                
                                      Little raindrops 
                                      Landed on the crops 

                                      Dancing in the air 
                                      Which is not fair          
                                      
                                      Funny small beasts
                                      Jumped upon the turf

                                      Which turned green  
                                      Just like a bean

                                       Little raindrops 
                                       Landed on the crops        




Rain drops

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