Rain
Looking out my window as the sky goes dark
Watching as the trees dance wildly, happy as a lark
The wind singing as it races, making sounds of a race track
Then little droplets of rain start to fall
Lightly at first, then picking up speed as though answering an urgent call
I love it when it rains
It finally slows everything calm
The air now fresh and sweet a healing balm
Butterflies and insects fill the area
I love it when it rains
Especially after a hot afternoon in my Nigeria
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