Jungle Gems

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