Today’s the kind of rain that causes
Rivers
in the street
And
when you cross, you’re bound to
Wet
your toesies and your feet.
The
puddles quickly turn to lakes,
Perhaps
to raise a flood
And
every garden’s sure to find
Its
dirt bed turned to mud.
Windshield
wipers can’t keep up;
Umbrellas
funnel drips
And
back at home, with sopping clothes,
Most
everybody strips.
Today’s
a day to cozy up,
If
you’ve no pressing chores,
And
remind yourself you’re lucky
That
you get to stay indoors.
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