come see, way down south in Louisiana
the summer's are hot and humid,
and the tea is the best you ever had
sometimes the weather, well it's unpredictable
with storm clouds gathering overhead
so angry, dark, and threatening
sometimes those angry threats are promises
raining for hours on end, Days even
flooding the land, the streets, the homes
leaving one to ponder, will the rain ever stop,
and how exactly do clouds hold this much water
a frightening sight if ever you saw
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