Yours fretfully, the rainstorms

Rain, the most laudible in all her days
She is as testy as queens with her lofty tears---
could drenched the winters away

Little by Little and little her querulous like smokey its even more oozier
No one dare its coming everybody runs inside
All for the fear and the foaming like soapsuds on marshy lanes
seen a strange seer, waving signs in the airline cloud

Weakened, and weaned like a little ones who's we to withstand her reproval
Should we suddenly be untold and hides to jook
How heavier it's wrath tonight let's see and look


Rain is falling we claded in our crib chilly felt in holes with our cardigans
May you fall as many you could drive our thirstiness to your throne