La Façon Dont les Choses se Pass
Bonheur Soukaïna
In a great mood, the rain was relaxed As he plays Gymnopédie No. 1 He transforms himself into the great Erik Statie. He softly hits each leaf and pettle while each piano key ricochets off my house. Creating a cozy candlelight atmosphere. With each breath, the rain inhales. Melody got calmer With each breath, the rain exhales Melody was softer Forest green land with brown twig mud The soil is wet Harvest is in the process for us to eat. The Pine Trees wore their green dress with their nest hat The Magnolia family almost stole the show with their pink and white flowers. Today, in a classy robe, Willow took up the most space. Many trees attended to this excitement! The rain used the sky to create an ominous distraction. The trees are the audience, wondering if it will be a great season of sweet, savory fruits and vegetables. Birds humming as the chorus. My roof shone in with the drum. The buckets outside are playing their cellos, strumming D's and F's. Do, Re, Mi, dragons, reddish, and mangos are marching. Everything is ready. Tomatoes and carrots put on their happy face. Blueberries and sugarcanes achieved their gym goals. A great orchestra is one in which objects synchronize, but the rain is the conductor. When it rains, it pours a lot of emotions on the trees- having them in a teary eye. The wind took a chance and waved. With its great charisma, Magnolias, Beech, Willows, Maple, and Hackberry followed along and clapped with their leaves applauding the rain for its great performance. Soon, my roof cheered with heavy droplets. The rain turns to bow harvest waits for us to devour.
