By the afternoon, with a month’s worth of rain in the last 24 hours, poor little Lulu Belle could not contain herself any longer and barked and barked to go outside. I tried to explain that it was torrential rain and she would not like it. For some reason she thinks that rain only happens in the back yard and when we go out the front door it will be different. So out we went in the down pour. After a while we were all so wet it did not matter anymore.
the old dog is snoring.
Bumped her head when she got out of bed,
and she couldn’t get up in the morning.
Rain, rain, go away!
Come again some other day.
Louise and Sofie want to play.
Poetic license taken on an old nursery rhyme C. W. Henderson, The Charles Ives Tunebook (Indiana University Press, 2008), p. 141; Library of Congress Copyright Office, Catalog of copyright entries (Library of Congress, Copyright Office, 1944), p. 1362.
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