Answer:
The poem is about the rain. The poet recalls sweet memories from his childhood. When the dark cloud covers the sky, and it starts raining, the poet lies down on his bed and listens to the pattern of the soft rain that falls on the roof of his home. The sound of the rain droplet brings back sweet memories of his past.
Answer: As soon as we parked the car, we jumped into the holiday sale madness and hoped for the best.
Roses are purple violets are too I will never meet someone as sweet as you
What I need to live has been given to me by the earth .Why I need to live has been given to me by you.<span />
A small group of words. There are different types.