The rain lashes down
Like lots of tears
From a very sad clown
The rain whips at your face
Like some dominatrix
That shows no grace
Puddles of water
Are there to be splashed
All your hopes of a hot summer
Well and truly dashed
Your clothes are all soaking
You resemble a drowned rat
How we love our English summers?
Don't know about that!
© 2011 Aliyeopoems
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