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The storm says it's very lonely,
It asks me if I'd like to play,
It only asks a chosen few,
Especially those that are afraid.
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I climb onto a lightning bolt,
Ask it to take me for a ride,
It zigs and zags across the sky,
This is much better than a slide!
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I ask thunder to play the drums,
I love the sounds it makes for me,
It asks me if I'd like to try,
We make music, sweet harmony.
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I ask the rain if I can play,
I don't mind getting wet at all,
We laugh and splash the whole day through,
I even ride a waterfall!
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I need some ice for my iced-tea,
Hail is happy it is needed,
We share our drink with the storm clouds,
Through magic straws that rain beaded.
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I ask the wind to dance for me,
It teaches me tornadic moves,
The next time I will be prepared,
When someone asks if I can groove.
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I ride a rainbow to the ground,
Ask my friend, Storm, to come again,
I go inside and go to sleep,
Privileged that I was chosen.
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(C) Copy written, June 29, 2004, by Karla Dorman.