When ever you change ,it creates some sound,
Momma & Dadda hide me in their arms.
Your color goes change ,my eyes goes wide,
Its a time to see the storm.
Under my umbrella ,I like to feel the drops of rain,
Its happy tapping of pitter-patter plops.
During the storm , the strong wind blows,
The sky is wild & the rainwater flows.
Something happened to the trees ,
It started with a chilly breeze.
I love your presence when I am at the home
sometimes got scare when move to outside.
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