What’s falling from the sky above?
It’s white - oh don’t you know?
It swirls and dances through the air;
Of course it is the snow.
You'll feel it on your face and hair;
It gently blows the trees.
It cools the air on summer days.
Of course it is the breeze.
Its golden face looks from the sky
And warms us, every one.
So what makes playing out so good?
Of course, it is the sun.
It’s wet and topples from the sky,
Then hurries down the drain.
Our raincoats help to keep us dry,
Protecting us from rain.
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