Day 5

1.
Drops pummel the window
The storm hollers, "Come out and fight!"
I think I will stay in tonight.
Sure, I know
Rain makes the grass grow
And turn a sightly green.
I don't give a hoot -- those clouds look mean.
Look at those worms on the concrete;
That's me, if I wet my feet
Bedraggled, sorry and puddle un-wonderful
(hey, e.e.cummings is cool)
So go ahead with your boxing gloves
Plant your red rain boots in the ring
While you're busy fighting the champ, Mother Nature
I'll be inside,
sleeping.