Rainy days. rainy days,
I will not ask you to go away,
in fact I ask and I beg,
to please come and stay,
instead of visiting another day.
These days are made for warm tea and coffee,
a good day for a soft symphony,
to relax in bed,
or to find a good covering for your head,
as you dash quickly to where it's warm,
from the scattering storm.
I dripping melody,
with the occasional boom,
of the sky's drum,
a bath, a shower for the Earth,
A much needed cleansing,
for the ground we walk on,
needs relief, needs a drink,
and always a heavenly blessing.
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