It is rain, rain, all day,
like to shout in a cry
” Rain, rain go away
come again another day.”
Stubborn she is in her play
childlike in her display.
she comes down the whole day
creating an untold dismay.
My open courtyard is logged
Helpless I watch the clogged
outlets clear the backlogs
water escapes like a dissembling fog.
Putting my feet back and fore
a game I indulged never before
I enjoyed forcing an encore.
Rain continues to fall with a roar.
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