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‘Good morning,’ said the golden sun.
     ‘Good morning,’ said the rain.
The sun said: ‘Do I shine today
     Or do you rain again?’

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‘It’s your turn,’ shouted back the rain.
     ‘Today’s my day of rest.’
‘Well, OK', called the sun again,
      ‘I’ll try to do my best.’

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So look out from your window now.
     I hope you’ll see the sun
Because the fluffy clouds tease her
      And hide the sun for fun.

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‘They’ll creep across her golden face,
     And try to hide her smile -
But only whilst she takes her break:
      She’ll return in just a while.

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Sometimes the clouds cover the sky:
     The reason’s very clear:
It’s ‘time-off’ for the sun that day,
     But she’ll return, don’t fear!

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We need the sunshine and the showers
      To grow the food we eat –
And without the rain and cooling breeze,
     We’d burn up in the heat.

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We’d have no food upon our plates,
       And nothing we could drink 
And a world of only desert sand
      Would not be nice I think.

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