Rainy Day
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All this month’s rain has my flowers flopping
Poorly drained soils now a slip and slide
From humidity there’s no place to hide
There’s fun to be found in puddle hopping
Endless gray skies show rain is not stopping
Cut sagging blooms sit in a vase inside
The radar show the storm’s coverage is wide
And outside just everything is sopping.
The cut flowers brighten the gloomy day
Providing sunshine when nature does not
Sound of the rain on the roof eases
For some the rain creates a time for play
And other time to get soup in the pot
For so many the gentle rain pleases.
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(An Italian Sonnet)
A Picture and a Poem 