Kickass and night rain poetry

Kickass, the doorstop dog, like the keeper, loves April showers for their napability, and as a rainy week looms, he—the keeper succumbs to what might be diagnosed as a fatal attack of midnight poetry.

Night Rain

The night rain comes

With soft whispering,

A gentle earth mother

With bath plans to

Rinse away time grime,

Wash out bruised egos.

The ultimate authority,

The night rain comes

For all—no exceptions,

Fairness beyond compare,

The great mother bath

With plans for freshness,

Then flowers for everyone.








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