It feels like December
the weather
has changed.
The rainfall
seems
never ending
The trees and plants
have had enough
They have started
bending
The dogs
that ran around in joy
drenching
their thick coats
are now coy
Not even a bark
The weather
has taken away
all the spark
they're curled up
in their kennel.
No sign of life
at distant houses
All is still
Silence fill
the air
of the morning.
It would have killed
if not for the shower
the continuous
pattering
on tinned roof
So deafening...
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