Days of cracking lightening
Days of just thunder
All gone, long gone
Now the rain is so heavy you can't hear the thunder
Now the clouds are so dense you can't see the light
The roads are full of puddles
Jump-in-worthy puddles
Heck, the roads are flooded
The wet crows are complaining in their white-exposed feather coats
The stray cats look disgusted
The cows just stand there....ruminating
The plastic bags float away
The cars splash water on pedestrians
The pedestrians wave their fists in the air and swear
They mock us no more
We are dry no more
The wind is merciless
It's wonderful that it is
They mock us no more.
And here is a picture of a wet crow
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