Love Lives To Tell Another Story

Rain to muddy puddles, Love to murky troubles, I find my way, In a rainy day, A play all wet, I’m very upset, No glee under a tree, To wait until not wet, I sigh as the leaves dry, My clothes are sopping wet, I try not to fret, I place my new clothes in a set, My old I threw in a back pack, Its caught in a net, Now I’m clean and dry, My shoes I tie, I rest until the rains die, Now I have a new play to write, Inky smears, I sigh at the tears, To all of my fears, To the ones I love, Even to die, I write this new play, Titled: The Rain Killed It, But Love Lives to Tell Another Story, And evenly I cry.