rain is slapping my window
trees standing erect naked
palms whistling blue scape
am looking at weather map
so much green up in clouds
moving faster than traffic
it will be okay on Saturday
rainwater started to flood
it's ankle deep where I am
crystal clear, cold n clean
am hoping golf course drain
so I can chase balls again
I could handle rain delay
as long as I have to play
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