The Rain Came Down Poem by Juan Olivarez
The Rain Came Down
The rain came down, upon my roof,
working it's way through tiny grooves.
It came through the tile, and the sheetrock,
On top of my tv, kerplock, kerplock.
Then there was smoke, and a little fire,
My wife screaming on, like a heathen choir.
And my baseball game, went on sans me,
And I now reside, in an inland sea.
9/25/15 Alton, Texas.
Very nice and charming, loved the wit and the humor, remarkable write.
you made this sudden episode very funny! Nice! enjoyed it! Smile!
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 6:00:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very well written. a pleasure to read