West Coast Rain

A dark grey blanket covers the sun.
It's too hard to get up today.

The rain beats a rhythm on the ground, like a drum
And the water droplets ricochet.

My bed is warm and cozy.  It's my very own den.
I'd like to stay inside for a while.

But Mother kisses me good morning.  The clock says 7:10,
So I'll get up and try to greet her with a smile.

If I lived where the snow falls and drifts across the ground
Then the buses couldn't take me to school.

But instead I will hunt 'til my rubber boots are found
Then go outside and brave the sky drool.

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