It was 7.00 in the night
The down pour of rain was a scaring sight
The surroundings were very bright
Lit by the hoardings light
I stood underneath a tower
Expecting a little cover
People were pushing me in to the shower
But I rooted my foot with a little power
The branches in the trees
Were dancing in the breeze
It was getting colder
And I started to sneeze
The words on the boards
Were blurred by the mist
The toads on the roads
Spurred in to life and fizzed
The showers had decreased
I felt completely diseased
I put my foot out with a totter
And wished I had powers like Harry potter
Now, almost an hour later
I was shocked to see my watch full of water
My ignorance thought it stopped working
And I felt small compared to him.
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