Rain, rain, rain

sprinkles down so softly

sounds like fingers

softly touching the stained glass windows


watch, watch, watch

the rain trickle down the window


run, run, run

out of the house to feel the rain slip down

my dark brown hair


but rain, rain, rain

what I love about rain

are the fingers it sets on my stained glass window sill.

By Ella, 3rd grade

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