Longing for snow days

Posted on March 6, 2018 by

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Rain thumps down

Wakes me from sleep

Pelts over gutters

Flooding yards deep

I dream blissfully

Of working with snow days

Will the government

Call in a rain day?

Alas my State

Is build for torrential

It’s just a fact

There is no potential

The torrent eases

I drift back to sleep

In the morning

All that is left

Is a few puddles

Not deep.

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