The rain splattered outside
Singing a song of the season
Huge cluster of clouds make the sky to frown
With a rumble and a flash of lightning
We are all indoors quivering and shivering
The meadow is dark and wet
So are the kindlings
That smother in smoke
And make us cough with cold
Our spaniel struggling to catch up
A space of warmth
The season will go
One day shine returns to the sky
And cold shaken off our bodies
With our dog a happy pet again.
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