Drip, drip, drip.

Drip,

drip,

drip,

little April showers;

it’s been drip, drip, dripping

for hours and hours;

and the dogs have been wanting

to go out for a walk

for such a long time—

and so we went out

the moment we thought

the drip, drip, dripping had stopped;

and then we copped a bucket full of water

upon our heads,

and it drip, drip, dripped from our clothes instead:

drip, drip, drip, little April showers…

drip,

drip…

drip.

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