I love rain
But, I look for
My umbrella
Not to get wet
When it pours;
I love the moon
And the stars,
Yet, I have to close
My windows
When it's too late;
I love the sun
And its soft rays,
On my forehead,
Yet, I need some shade
Before I get burnt;
I love the wind,
Breeze is my blessing,
But, I have to close
My windows again
When the wind is wild.
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