It rained all over me all night,
and I got good and wet,
at first I shook my fist at him,
it didn't seem to do much good.
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Sounds like Spring! Unless of course you let the bathtub overflow again...in which case...don't blame the guy upstairs for that! Hugs, Dee
Hi Barry again, Good poem about being grateful for the rain and the great things the rain brings. Well, we get lots of rain where I live and sometimes I do the opposite of your poem and use these words I heard in a song often: 'I love the rain the most - when it stops.' But your poem made me appreciate all the beauty that rain does bring to our town. The pretty spring flowers tell it all. Take care. Sincerely, Connie Webb