Oh how I love to roam and be so free, Along the countryside roads I prance, My senses sharp, with sights I long to see, The scents and sounds of each new chance.
But rain, it comes and keeps me in my place, No more adventures or sights to find, It steals the joy I feel out in this space, Leaves me feeling trapped and confined.
Still I ponder, should I take a chance? And venture out into the rain so wild, The thought consumes me, a constant dance, A longing for the sun, to make me smile.
Oh when will this rain finally subside? So I may roam, with green grass as my guide
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Your attendant is a poet,
He doesn’t know it,
His feet show it,
They’re Longfellows