Riddle Poem

I stare at the sky,                    

My feet in the Ground.                                   

I sing to the heart,                                                               

Without making a sound.

                  

                             

My touch can be painful,

Or soft as a feather.

I love the rain,

But need sunny weather.

                                  

I come dressed in colors,

By myself or with friends.

To show someone love,

Which someone else sends

                    

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