The rain is falling on my head
It fills my waning soul
It motivates my spirit guide
Removes all trace of woe
Its music is the song of life
That wakes my sleeping youth
Oh, how I love the rain—but still,
I should probably fix my roof.
Tag: seasons
Time
Little Kate, where have you been?
The coffee is cold and the tide has come in…
The children are grumpy and won’t eat their oats,
And no longer fit in their small winter coats.
You’re late!
June Bug, June Bug, flying low
Kinda stupid, kinda slow
We’d like you more, if you’d only try
But you never show up ‘til July.
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