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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.
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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