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This is the sun, high up in the sky.
A dark cloud suddenly comes sailing by.
These are the raindrops,
Raindrops are such funny things.
They haven't feet or haven't wings.
Yet they sail throughout he air
With the greatest of ease,
And dance on the street
Wherever they please.

Raindrops, raindrops,
Falling all around,
Pitter-patter on the rooftops,
Pitter-patter on the ground.
Here is my umbrella,
It will keep me dry,
When I go walking in the rain,
I hold it up so high.

One spring day the big round sun
Winked at a cloud just for fun.
That dark gray cloud thundered and cried,
Scattering raindrops on all outside.
But when the sun peeked out from a sunset low
Together they both made a gay rainbow!

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