Dark and dreary/
Wet and weary.
Rain comes down/
Soaks my crown.
Wipers thump/
In mood funk.
Noah days/
Sans sun's rays.
Drops race down window/
Bet on win, place, show.
Warning of flood/
Garden of mud.
Wet ball field now/
No ‘Holy Cow’.
Flamboyant light/
Clouds rumble slight.
No beach for me/
With rain day three.
Since we rose from dust/
Nature plays with us.
3 inches top soil/
And hard labor toil.
3 inches rain/
Turns soil to grain.
Bread to eat/
From that wheat.
I love the rain.
Puma/MMIX
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