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The weatherman predicted this,
the strangest weather seen.
The rain is coming down outside
a grassy shade of green.
He didn’t say the weather would be
sleet or snow or fog,
but “light precipitation
with a chance of morning frog.”
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2001. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 5
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