Sheltering

Sheltering under a tree,

the three doggoes and me,

trying to remain dry,

as the rain falls from high.

.

Failing in this task,

in pale rainlight we bask,

spirits dampened just a tad;

I ignored the signs,

and, so, my bad.

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