When the rain comes down
It paints the whole town
With a silver veneere
That's translucent and sheer
My blood turns cold
I feel slow and old
I seek a good book
Grab a blanket and look
For a warm, cozy spot
With hot cocoa (a lot)
And I sip and I read
There's not much I need
But if I don't watch me
I might become moldy
The green sneaky substance
Could grow on me in abundance
And i could be stuck
With my book
In a nook
To the spot
Where I sat
Watching rain like a cat
As it painted the town
While it fell softly down.
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