The Aching Rain
The aching rain beats down on me
I shield myself as best can be
Its piercing slants like stinging bees
The cold damp wind goes right through me
My teeth do chatter up and down
My body's shaking all around
No warmth retained, I'm 'bout to freeze
Right through me howls the cold wet breeze
I spot whitecaps way out at sea
The aching rain beats down on me
I shield myself as best can be
Then shiver in the chill damp breeze
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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