When The Rain Falls
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Jayne Louise Davies
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The ground so dry, so parched,
Cries out for precious rain,
It's such a warm hot summer,
The wildlife feel the pain.
So when the cool rain falls,
The welcome is so grand,
I hear the wild birds call,
They relish nature's plan.
For nothing can survive,
Without our heavenly rain,
To carry on with life,
We need the rain again.
Jayne Louise Davies
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