No More Rain
The rain, it falls in endless showers,
morning, noon, and nighttime hours.
I hate the rain cloud as it towers
and as it scours and as it scours.
I'd rather have the falling snow,
with its bright and glistening glow.
When it's o'er, there's more to show
and balls to throw, and balls to throw.
Copyright © Terry Hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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