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Rain
Melissa, Age 10, Madras, OR

It drops on my roof,
I listen carefully,
It sounds like boulders,
It begins to scare me.
I look outside,
The clouds get darker,
And heavy with,
Rain.
As I stand in the field,
I look up,
It pours on me,
God is crying on my shoulder,
As I stand in his tears.

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