Rain
Rain falls down, making me cold, I wish it was gone but no sun came out,
The rain floods my house up to the tippy toe, I wish it was over but I can't dream anymore,
Puddles form to make a flood, people pray as they go on top of their homes to stay away,
This is rain and it can be deadly.
What a great poem about rain, Ava. Well done.
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