It Never Rains
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It never rains
But it pours,
Is an old proverb
That still endures.
For:
When you’ve a leak in your roof
And your buckets for drips are ready,
Why do the heavens always open
And the rain never fall steady?
A breakdown always happens
At the very worst place and time,
Nature and the elements conspiring
To ensure we earn our place –
At the finishing line.
Copyright © Clive Blake | Year Posted 2023
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