There is no color in the rain,
It’s only water, wet and plain.
It makes damp spots upon my book,
And splashes on my new dress, look!
But puddles, in the rainy weather,
Glisten like a peacock’s feather.
There is no color in the rain,
It’s only water, wet and plain.
It makes damp spots upon my book,
And splashes on my new dress, look!
But puddles, in the rainy weather,
Glisten like a peacock’s feather.