The sun slips behind clouds
playing at hide-and-seek
in a sea of blue overhead.
A bird pecks away on the roof
nailing down the shingles one by one!
The radio forecasts rain
with coffee-colored clouds
on the horizon
and soon rain
falls drumming
on rooftops
sluicing into gutters-
I love rain in August!
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