July 27, 2010
Rain, rain, go away. Come back again some other day.
Skipping rocks and jumping rope, come the rain we’ve lost all hope
Dribble, dribble down my chin, no one likes a rain-soaked grin
Thunder rolls and lightning flashes
Trees crack as each one crashes
Puddles, puddles on the ground echo back a splashing sound
Children run and giggle loudly
They wear the wet clothes very proudly
Beach balls and rubber rafts, they flaunt their cheesy, rain-proofed crafts
I’m alone after all
So back to my house and shelter I crawl

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