All clouds- big ones and little ones, gray ones and white ones- are made of billions of tiny drops of water. (p. 6)
I don't like rainy day because I feel humid air when it is raining. In rainy day, my feeling is depressed. My mother always says, "Don't pull such a long face!" So I trying to dispel my gloom. When I want to dispel my gloom, I play the piano and listen to music. While I play the piano and listen to music, I can forget that my feeling is depressed.
Branley, Franklyn Mansfield. (1997), Down Comes The RAIN. New York, N.Y: harper Collons.
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