It rained and rained and rained some more.
It rained so much it soaked my door.
I went outside,
It rained on me.
It rained all night and made me pee.
The dogs are damp.
My clothes are dank.
The rain wont stop.
I'm now a crank.
The rain outside, it will not cease
It won't give up, there is no peace.
But fussing on about the rain,
will only just infect my brain.
My slushy head thinks of the sun,
And wonders why we 'ain't had none' !
But rain, it makes me sit all day,
And rhyme the words I want to say.
So let it rain and rain some more.
Cause that's what this here poem is for !
Flowers and Poets don't seem to mind the rain ! :)
No cameras were harmed in the taking of this wet photo. :)
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Thanks for reading my Blog.
Have a great soggy day !
See you soon !
I think you got some mountain in your english
ReplyDeleteI'm becoming fluent I'm afraid !
ReplyDeleteI love the rain,
ReplyDeleteOh yes I do,
The sun is what does make me blue.
The sun is hot,
It burns my skin,
The rain is cool and makes me grin.