Sheila Loves Dancing in the Rain

She grabbed her cat and ran out to dance The cat was horrified, annoyed, askance! Why does she do this to me every time? She loves the rain, to me it is cold and grime. The cat did not have words, so could not speak Sheila flung him under her umbrella, he felt bleak. The rain was pelting and mean that ugly spring day But Sheila loves the rain, so continued to play.