The following is brought to you from the snappy intellect of Wicked Thistle:
Rain, rain, please don’t stop
I love you so in a coffee shop.
And in a car or a window pane
Bring thunder, too, and I won’t complain.
Rain, rain, please don’t stop
I love you so in a coffee shop.
And in a car or a window pane
Bring thunder, too, and I won’t complain.
2 comments:
So you're the reason! Wicked Thistle indeed. I have SUCH a love/hate relationship with rain. On the one hand I know it's necessary and all. And it makes my garden grow and bloom oh so delightfully. On the other, well, I hate cold and damp and thunder and lightening and the neurotic response from my dogs, who spend all night shaking like heroin addicts on a self-imposed dry out. And when I wake, I want sunshine, not this washed-out gloom. Again, I ask: who do I speak to about that?
You are a poet.
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