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Counting The Rain
Counting The Rain
RAIN
I love counting the rain, Mother.
As they patter and as I see.
Do not all the great men like Rizal
Count rain, too, when still young like me?
See the numerous dropping rains
How hard it is for little brains.
And I recall the children’s riddle
About the old man’s countless canes.
How I love the fast falling rain
Like a thousand pounding pestles
And the little rushing water
Down the stream to see it nestles.
Choose the letter of the correct answer.