Sun, Your Rain Is Over
by Karlee
Droplets drift down a windowpane
Perking up, I sprint for my umbrella.
One may believe I've gone insane.
Sister looks to me with disdain
As I call the dog, "Stella!"
You can tell she'd rather refrain
But I'm not one to remain
Inside. I feel like Cinderella
Dancing through the muddy terrain.
Many others will complain
Cursed like that one fella
They're modern day Cain's.
Myself? I find it quaint
Elaborate? hm, well..uh..
No I'd cause the experience to taint.
Now I know it's considered inane
I love it like others do Nutella.
Let me put to you plain
I. love. the rain.
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