Treasure Island

Burt Poole

(2/19/1923 - 5/16/2012 / North Carolina)

Strollin' In The Rain

Strolling in the rain, singing a sweet refrain,
Just my gal and I alone.
Though it’s far from being fair we- don’t care,
We have sunshine of our very own.
Each little raindrop falling on the street
Is part of that melody my gal and I repeat.
Yes, we can share our love whether in or out of doors
‘Cause when love rains it really pours.
I can’t think of anything better
Than strolling through the rain
I know there’s nothing wetter
But who cares you get dry when the sun shines again.

(3/7/44 U.SN.M. Portsmouth, VA)

Submitted: Sunday, January 12, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014

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