Rain in all its forms
From little showers
To thunderstorms
Is always certain
To water flowers
But also soak
The human race
Who don’t want
To do the backstroke
To their place
So come on heavens
Don’t always open
Be nice sometimes
It really works
Because we aren’t all
Like ducks.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC
Rain in all its forms
From little showers
To thunderstorms
Is always certain
To water flowers
But also soak
The human race
Who don’t want
To do the backstroke
To their place
So come on heavens
Don’t always open
Be nice sometimes
It really works
Because we aren’t all
Like ducks.
Robert Y. Houston © 2002
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