The cool rain falling down
From the sky
Weather it’s day or night,
The fresh air smell
Always reminds me of the days of camping.
You could always tell when it’s going to rain or not.
The sun booms down onto you
The heat that rises from the ground,
The sweat that starts pouring down from your brow
Sometimes you just think you need guttering,
The smell of the warm air tickles your nose.
Clapping so hard
That it lights up the sky
A touch of lighting clapped
Here and there
That has three types of winds
Strong cold wind makes you shiver to the bone,
Slight breaze of cold
Bur not to cold just about right
Then you have the luxury of the warm breeze of the sun.
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