The rolls of distant thunder in the air
Threaten to unravel on my head
And in a sudden instant freely share
Their load of rain. I should have stayed in bed.
Why did I leave? The window was sufficient
To have portrayed the beauty of the storm,
And therefore it would be much more efficient
To keep myself in bedclothes, dry and warm,
While still observing nature, than to be
Soaked through my khakis in the sudden flood.
But I was always tempted easily
Into these maelstroms of rain and mud:
I love to stick my nose outside and feel
The thunderstorm, to know it's really real.
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