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Rain Drops

by: E.B. (1938-) Mother Goose Caboose

Rain drops from the clouds and onto trees,

Down the tree and off the leaves

Down a mountain, into a brook,

Past a chipmunk in a nook.

Into a pond, off a log.

On top of a turtle and onto a frog.

Onto roads, 

 onto grass,

Onto trains and trucks that pass.

On top of bridges, cars and boats.

Even onto people's coats.

Onto houses and my windowpane.

I just love to watch the drops,

The drips and drops of rain.