The rain is coming down slowly yet steadily, covering the earths entire surface with a blanket of fresh spring rain.
The trees glitter festively with drops of water clinging to their rich, green leaves.
The distrusting clouds slowly become darker as they linger closer to the world.
As I sit on the basalt infested bank I observe droplets of water, as they collide with the glassy face of the bottomless lake.
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awww this poem is really good! : ] 10!