the droning of the drizzle
makes my hair slowly frizzle
but if the downpour hits my head
when i should’ve gone to bed
my hair will go completely straight
unless it’s tied up in a plait
the splendor of januarain
tippy taps its friendly refrain
some splash in all the puddles
while many birds flock in huddles
the morning clouds have given way
to resounding januarain
