On the Bright Side

January 24, 2014

It's raining

And I'm stuck outside.

What's the worst that could happen, it starts hailing?

It's okay, here's my umbrella, I can hide.

It's raining, and it's mother nature's way of coping

With the damage we've done

We should sit here hoping

That after this rough rain comes the sun.

It has stopped raining and the sun came out

Everyone is out and they begin to roam

I'm out and about until I shout

There in that puddle is the key to my home!

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