Visiting my grandgirl’s class tomorrow. We are writing poems. While the class will write animal poems, I decided to write a poem as a raindrop.
I am a radiant raindrop.
I am as liquid as green tea.
Mizzling, frizzling, and drizzling all day.
Clouds carry me over the mountains from the ocean.
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