|Poems by Tim|
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|When It Rains
Rain Makes the flowers to grow
Rain causes the thirst of the earth to go
Rain freshens ths stale air
Rain spreads so all may share
Rain waters the trees
Rain; the tree springs forth leaves.
Rain brings forth the fruit of the earth
Rain, it causes the seedling to birth.
Rain, it's sweetness is to be desired
Rain, from time to time it's required
Rain, it moistens the plant that's parched
RAin, the many clouds are dark...
When it rains, it may not always be fun,
Yes rain, we know soon will come, the sun.
Rain, the crystal drops that fall from the sky
With whom, earth so earnestly must rely
Timothy K Robinson
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