Rain

Rain prose poem

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The raindrops were falling tip-top-tip
and I was feeling to sleep,
one day it rained
which took everybody with itself
all were dancing happily
the peacock was dancing
its wings were so delightful.

The raindrops were falling tip-top-tip
and I was feeling to sleep,
suddenly came a heavy flood
the homes were blew away
oh! It was very horrible,
but when I opened my eyes,
I learnt that I was really in deep sleep
that was just a dream.

The raindrops were falling tip-top-tip
and I don’t want to sleep,
the dream was beautiful
but it will be trouble
if it will come true!

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