Raining
It’s raining, it’s pouring;
The streets are a mess.
For anyone out there,
There’s bound to be stress.
The highways are flooded;
The subways are closed,
As “When will it stop?”
Is the question that’s posed.
With puddles ginormous,
The outlook is dark
And what’s brought to mind
Is that biblical ark.
Some plans may be altered,
But that will depend
On when Nature decides
All this rain has to end.
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