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I make these little houses,
These whimsical scenes.
And then, I make a rain cloud.
But it's the kind of rain that brings exclamation to the greens,
You see...
the kind that when it sings,
It's a sweet pitter patter on the roof of my little houses.
Each so unique and so very special to me.
Each representing a particular someone in my life.
The someones who have got me to dance in the midst of strife.
The someones who have been my laughter in the midst of pain.
So...
Here's to those someones,
Who have chosen to always see joy in the rain.
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