Throught the night the rain poured down,
And frolicked on the roof,
I peeked out of my room and saw,
Of rain trustworthy proof.
Yet when I looked again today,
As I jumped out of bed,
The clouds were gone the sky was blue,
And I just scratched my head.
"Where did it go?" I wondered long,
As I stood and watched the sky,
How could a rainstorm that falls so hard,
Go so quickly by?
Then I shrugged and turned away,
And now no more I wonder,
God controls the wind and rain,
Be it sun or thunder.
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