Raindrops and Nursery Rhymes

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Raindrops and Nursery Rhymes

Black mud seizes firmly to my feet, clinging

like a swimmer sinking to a line clasping,

until it succeeds in suctioning off my shoe

and I’m left wobbling on one leg, not two.

Like the little teapot, short and stout,

I tip me over and…pull my shoe out.

As yet again raindrops splatter the ground. 

I close my eyes and simply sigh with the sound.

Thunder grumbles its displeasure over my head,

as he too complains about the rain I dread.

And though I sing, “rain, rain go away…”

the rascal refuses and chooses to stay.

I dash inside, sliding through the screen door,

squishing and squeaking, tracking mud ‘cross the floor.

I shiver with disgust, now I’m soaked to the skin.

It’s hard to believe that it’s storming again.

I call out, “It’s raining. It’s pouring!!!”

Only to find that old man once again snoring.

In weather like this, I might as well join him.

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Rain, rain go away...I imagine I am not the only one sick of mud and yard that are now lakes.