I am thankful for the rain
why would I complain
when all I do is play in the puddles
while walking through potholes
when I was a child
we played a game, called broken bottles
in a field filled with glass
underneath big old tree's
running plying falling
on our hands and knees
cuts scrapes and bruises
always healed with scabs
pondering on the fun we had
our dog was full of mange
shot at close range
by a man who was deranged
these are some of the things
I think about when it rains
I am thankful for the rain
why would I complain
when all I do is play in the puddles
while walking through potholes
thinking of broken bottles
in a field full of trees
running and playing scars on my knees
a dog name Stupid covered in flies & fleas
filled with holes may he rest in peace
The Immortal Wize
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