Co-winner of Writer's Cramp 14OCT20 |
If summer swelter razes nature raw, Dehydrates fair terrain 'til only straw, If broiling heat exposes every flaw, Leave it to the rain. If twenty million volts display their flash, If thunderheads retain their rolling crash, If tempests and pernicious headwinds bash, Leave it to the rain. If you wake up to find a lousy day, Or think about a love that's gone astray, If you reach out but don't know what to say, Leave it to the rain. 12 Lines
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