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I caught him looking down at me
Face in a frown, not happy to be
Up in the sky, I could clearly see
Something was coming, no mystery
Where once it was blue, now it was gray
What happened to my nice, sunny day?
Who sent dark clouds, over this way?
I wish the nice weather was here to stay
All of a sudden, the clouds started to tumble
Off in the distance, I heard something rumble
I’m pretty sure I heard someone else mumble
It’s cloudy, my dear, with a chance of grumbles
Sure enough, there he was, still looking down
Furrowed eyebrows, face remained in a frown
Started to think, he looked more like a clown
Realized, in his rain, I could possibly drown!
With a wave of my hand, I bid him goodbye
Slammed the door shut, and let out a sigh
I didn’t want him to find me, though he did try
It was then, I noticed, he had started to cry…
May Writing Prompts – Cloudy With a Chance of Grumbles – Day 27/31
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Oh Ho! Love it. Although I wish he would wipe his tears at my house. 😀
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There’s actually an underlying story here, not just rain. 🙂 I’ll gladly send some your way. We’ve had enough already!!
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I also have enough. By wipe his eyes I meant dry up. 😀
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Oooooh, sounds good to me 🙂
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Beautifully set up for the rain at the end, loved it 🙂 🙂
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Thank you, David. 😊
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