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dancing in  the rain without a care,

feeling the weather seems to fair,

rain soaks your clothes seconds in big drops,

hearing, and feeling the thunder, as it pops,

leaving the feeling of excitement in the air,

jumping in the mud with the overwheling feel of joy,

just like little kids with their toys,

standing there in the july rain,

the big drops on the ground leave there stains,

the echo of the rain rounding off, their bullets go insane,

the peaceful of quietness goes around, joy brought to the town,

silent is rare to hear, just like snow and lighting starts to bare,

the sun comes out, dries those stains up,

then the city noise starts back up,

rays pull through the clouds, and glisten on the wet ground.