I don’t feel ripe for walking in the rain
forĀ  rain is pouring down the outside drains
and making swamps where recently were lawns
and pulverizing gardens in this dreary dawn.

My umbrella I don’t trust to handle this
and if I walked I know I’d be at risk.
This unexpected deluge of the morning
came as a surprise — we didn’t have a warning.

Back to my bed I think I’ll go right now
but I’ will be concerned about the cows
that pasture near the places where I wander.
I’ll just cover up my head and ponder.

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