januarain

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

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About Brad Werner

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