The Kind of Rain

Today’s the kind of rain that causes Rivers in the street And when you cross, you’re bound to Wet your toesies and your feet. The puddles quickly turn to lakes, Perhaps to raise a flood And every garden’s sure to find Its dirt bed turned to mud. Windshield wipers can’t keep up; Umbrellas funnel drips And back at home, with sopping clothes, Most everybody strips. Today’s a day to cozy up, If you’ve no pressing chores, And remind yourself you’re lucky That you get to stay indoors.