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By Adrienne


Spring is here I can hardly wait

I love to see the blue sky and lake.


And when I see dark thunder below

I go out and get wet, thatís what I know.


Fire may start when lightning flashes

The people go inside in batches.


April, March and May are months of spring

And the wind is blowing in a perfect ring.


Water falls and thatís called rain

And some animals could be in pain


I see the moon but I donít weep

I know itís time to go to sleep.