Sheets of rain, Across the roof. Hoping that, It's waterproof. For being wet, I don't mind. But in the proper, Place and time. Not in bed, Middle of night. Drips of head, Waking fright. For all things, A season. For that though, No reason.
I hope that you like this little poem. We recently had lots of rain as we were on the outskirts of Hurricane Irma and I could not help but to think of my old roof and how it would leak in such a rain. So thankful for a good roof over my head and praying for all those hit hard by Irma.
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