When the dark clouds are about to cry
Little Flowers are dancing to the wind
Because they know it’s the time to rain.
Tiny raindrops falling down
I feel like I’m in a fairy town
Birds are singing and flying far
Magical sprinkles everywhere.
It’s the time to croon louder
While having my yummy soup Chowder
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