Mad at the rain

Mad at the rain

A Poem by Maxwell Ryder

I can’t get mad at the rain
It does its thing,
Sometime sideways,
Sometimes angled,
But most of the time
It’s straight.
It’s those damn puddles
The day after
That muddle my brain.

© 2018 Maxwell Ryder


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I can relate; you never know how deep they are!
Ever see A HARD DAY'S NIGHT?

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Maxwell Ryder

5 Years Ago

I can’t say I’ve seen it, no. Need to.
angel

5 Years Ago

When you do, you'll know how deep a puddle can be...

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