Plip, Plop
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Mylah Hunt, Grade 5
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Poetry
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2022
The sprinkles of rain,
fell softly upon my window pane,
then plip plops,
Sheets of rain come crashing down,
When it rains I never frown,
It’s always a happy time,
I’m just fine,
warm rugged up in bed,
Comfortably resting my head,
All dry and comfortable,
Rather then being soaking and uncomfortable,
Lying on the couch all warm and dry,
Waiting for my Mum to pull out my pie,
The rain calms down so all I hear are slow drip drops,
Goodnight rain, see you tomorrow!