The thunder would roar, and the lightening would strike,
As I hid under blankets on those long sultry nights.
The rain would come down, like all cats and dogs,
Turning our backyard into Finnegans bog.
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Superb Juan, I love frogs, to look at anyway, not to hold. What a wonderful scene this paints and so very imaginative.
I love frogs, we have a garden pond they splash in and just poke their heads above water and seem to be watching us......a lovely poem Juan
Wonderful. It is amazing the wonder that old memories can give us. Great write pal.