Mad at the rainA Poem by Maxwell Ryder
I can’t get mad at the rain
It does its thing, Sometime sideways, Sometimes angled, But most of the time It’s straight. It’s those damn puddles The day after That muddle my brain. © 2018 Maxwell Ryder |
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