The clouds roll in, the sky gets dark,
The trees sway to and fro
And thunder rumbles, getting set
For Nature's rainstorm show.
Of course the timing coincides
With readying the grill
But if I have to barbecue
While rain pours down, I will.
The burgers and the dogs deserve
A charcoal bed below
So I'll attempt with all my might
To see that it is so.
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