Oh, what a treat to be soaking wet,
With raindrops dancing on my head.
The mind now knows, it’s not a threat,
But a blessing, it wisely said.
In the old days, I used to fret,
And long for days with skies of red.
But now I see, with eyes so set,
The joy that rain can bring instead.
So let it pour, let it drench,
Let it wash away all our stench.
For now, the mind has come to sense,
That life is better, with some suspense.
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Blogchatter A2Z for the Alphabet V.
V is for verbal irony.
