The wind blows
As everyone knows
It puffs and it gusts
And we sway as me must
Pivoting
Towards where it does go
And oh the pitter patter
I pretend it doesn't matter
And mad as a hatter
Of the droplets
The water pockets
Upon my windowsill
Grabbing my hat
To protect me from bats
For they love to make houses of my hair
I stride down the lane
And refuse to complain
About the rain
Smattering my face
With wet
Water dripping from my nose
I stop to compose
A letter
To my best girl
In ink
Which runs in a wink
This smeared letter
I kiss to make better
And Seal it with rubber cement
I tie it to a squirrel
And give it a whirl
It runs off crookedly
Dizzy from the fun
I return to my abode
By the very same road
To await her reply
Surely she will sigh
With a smile and cry
At my words
Written with passion
In streaked ink
Tinted by madness
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