It’s Wet Outside 

First there was thunder 

Then a curtain of rain 

Feet racing inside 

Warming under blankets 

Pitterpatter 

Pitter, patter 

Rain 

    Is 

                     F 

                  A

               L

            L 

          I

      N

   G

Washing the streets 

Fillings plants’ cups 

Soaking into fabric 

Friction becomes slippery 

Drip, splash 

Drop, splash 

Puddles 

   Are 

                     G

                 N 

              I

         S

     I

R

Some souls grumble 

They see no fun 

Jackets and boots slip on 

Rain rain go away 

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