Poem

Thru The Rain

Rainy day people and frogs
Packed new York streets, mossy bogs
Umbrella or bumbershoot
In quagmire, on crowded route
Splashing masses, polliwogs

Precipitation, cascade
The alley or everglade.
Plebeians and horny toads
Wetlands, winding back roads
Holding brolly or sunshade

Mobs, croaker in the wallow
Soggy marsh, path to follow
A sprinkle pitter-patter. Parasol, doesn’t matter
Your bullfrog and average Joe

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