Swiftly falling from the sky,
graceful as the wings on a butterfly...
Sometimes blending with the wind,
sometimes rolling off my chin...
At times when the sun blesses us with light,
you embrace the rainbow's colors so bright...
Your tune, never twice the same,
tapping the ground or dancing off a windowpayne...
Of all the different types of weather,
Winter, Spring, Summer and fall,
You are my most favorite of all...
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