Rainy Day
Drip, drip, drip, drip
Into the water I want to slip
Chills run down my spine
That sweet warm water will be mine
Heat runs through my veins
As I watch the pouring rain
The chills slowly subside
As I ache to go outside
Instead I choose to sit
And watch my granny knit
A sweater that will be for me
I really should let her be
Looking down at my mug
The chills begin to tug
I see mom out in the rain
Better put on the kettle again
October 9, 2011
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