THE RAIN
See the rain come pouring down,
And down the window streaming,
It looks as if the plants will drown
For their trembling leaves are gleaming.
See the brook come rushing past
And o’er its banks go flowing;
The drunken clouds are rolling fast
And the sun is no more showing.
Johnnie Spence
Tullygrawley School
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