The sun comes out, the sun goes in,
The raindrops halt and march;
And when you're sure of damp and ark
Up comes the rainbow's arch.
Then, when you're sure of sun and shine,
Down comes the pouring rain!
The weather swings from fair to foul,
From foul to fair again.
There's neither rhyme nor reason here,
There's neither rhyme nor rule.
It's evident the April day
Is playing - April Fool.
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3 comments:
Did you write that? I LOVE it. Truer words were never spoken. It rained HARD here all day. YUCK. I need warmth and sun! Brandon is adorable, by the way, love your blog!
My apologies, it would appear that I wrote that cute poem, I did not, I do not know who wrote it, but I love it and thought it was all to true. :)
Darling poem-you have always been a literary smarty pants...just smart in general, too! We miss you around Oregon!
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