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I snapped this adorable picture of Trapper the other morning. Trap is like my morning cup of coffee as he is often my first walk of the day. He has a certain zest that makes it impossible not to smile.
I have to admit I love the rain
It’s the one thing that’s always the same
Cold, wet, driving, insane!
Big wet bombs crashing like planes
I put on the slickers and tie up the boot
Pack in plastic all of my loot
At my face this torrent will shoot
Torrential tsunamis of all that is good
I despise the sun and all of its friends
Who conspires to make all the rains end
An open letter to God I shall send
Rip open the clouds and send thunder again!
My heart beats faster, and I start to sway
Make that raincloud charge this way
Big cold drops are welcome to stay
I dress like a shaman and carry a stick
Dance like crazy, incantations I spit
Invite a cold front to give us a lick
Call up old Zeus and summon his tricks
Dancing in the rain or splashing in puddles
Catching raindrops while galoshes do shuffle
Low pressure barometer gives me a ruffle
But only with the sun, am I in trouble
Lets drops fall, I love every one
Like children of mine, hysterical fun
Gather about me, my billion sons
And don’t stop raining till all is done.