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Weather: Rain
Title: Nous t’aimons la pluie

Odourless with a fresh scent,
Expensive drops costing no cent,
Drier of tears with water called rain,
Perfect happiness drain wetting pain.

With doors locked, I try to hide
From you, yet you knock with pride.
Asleep, you leave a mark you came,
Wet the ground, leaving none the same.

When I’m at my weak or strong:
You always drop to sing a song,
Bringing reasons for mirth since birth,
The earth appreciates your worth.

Tomide Abdul