RAINY DAY POEM

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I start and I stop

And wonder why the clouds never drop

And instead make my clothes flop.

Raindrops prance on my roof; clip clop.

Annoying chore; going mop mop mop.

Chasing mud and water from the top.

Little wonder rainy days are a sour sop.

They leave dead leaves and nasty brown slop.

And smells to make your ears lop.

 

© Sena Kodjokuma, 2014

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