Rainy Days
Rainy days, they bother me not at all,
Sitting inside on my couch, safe and warm.
And even should it grow worse and hail fall
Still, I sit content in spite of the storm.
Thunder will certainly make itself heard,
Followed by lightning that streaks ‘cross the sky.
Deep down in some hearts great fear may be stirred
And yet, I take comfort, I don’t know why.
Rain in the street blown about by the wind,
Tapping the windows and on the roof top.
I watch the trees in the yard sway and bend,
Part of me hoping it never will stop.
I love rainy days and there is no doubt
Excepting, of course, if I must go out.
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