When I tasted rain,

it tasted like the water

we drink when we run a lot

on the playground with friends.

When I heard the rain,

it sounded like coins.

It sounded like treasure.

When I saw the rain,

I saw my reflection.

I looked happy.

By Jennifer, 2nd grade

Photo by Impressions by Lindy via Flickr

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