Down the Hill and up the Lane
 With a roof made of Thunder
 and window panes made of lightening, brightening again and again.  Where the little girl lived in ‘The House of Rain’
 But she smiled and shook her head the same  Saying “I’m the one who waters the grain  of truth that grows from the dusty plain".”  Said the little girl who lived in the house of rain.
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