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Whenever my umbrella's left at home
The rain will fall as if a flood is due
And if I chance to bring it on the bus
I'll leave it there just prior to deluge
Though weathermen can tell us when it's wet
And Auntie Aubrey's knee predicts the rain
I find that if I plan for a monsoon
The driest air will enter on the scene
But I will never curse the water drops
Though I may be a soggy citizen
Nor wish the torrent cease so I may dry
When nothing is more dense with dew than I
For I've traversed the globe in desert heat
With swollen tongue and less than thimble's drink
So short of flood or jettison at sea
I’ll not lament precipitation's fall
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Author Notes
Thanks to MoonWillow for use of the graphic
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