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The Show

New to the school, fish had only heard rumours,

A show so surreal, its legend had moved her.

Sun’s rays disappeared, and they gathered below,

Gazing up from the bottom, awaiting the show.

First one, then another. “Raindrops,” she was told.

Surface collisions, a great sight to behold!

But lurking in dark waters just out of sight,

Unaware of the show, was a hungry pike…

The predator glanced up to see what they saw,

Struck with amazement, he dropped his toothy jaw.

Now tied to his prey through mutual respect,

They all stared in awe at the ripple effect.

Written for Bloganuary prompt 7: Write a short story or a poem about rain.

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