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Raining

March 16, 2011
By Anonymous

Drip… Drop… Drip… Drop
The rain won’t stop.
I sit inside a pizza shop
And look out at the Traffic Cop.

The lady stands outside looking disdain
All the while getting covered in rain.
She looks up at the spinning wind vane
All the while hoping that the storm will wane.

The mother sat there looking at her son
Who complained that he couldn’t have fun.
When out of the clouds came none
But our lovely warm sun.

Across the road went three wise men
And clouds came back just right then.
We heard the song of a wren
And the day became miserable again.

The author's comments:
It was raining outside.

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