Hiding behind the curtain
He looked through window panes
Enjoying his first rain experience
He ran window to window
To capture the fresh sight
After sizzling hot days
It was a cooling effect for him
He was too small to look through window
So he used chairs to have the glance
Lucky he was, as there were some ice pellets falling
He loved being alone then
Thunder envied him then
Disrupting his solitude
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