The black clouds flash with lightning.
Just now the crowds were everywhere,
I guess they found it frightening.
The raindrops fall like jelly-beans,
Not little droplets dripping.
Each glob could shelter fat sardines,
T’ain’t splashing down, it’s tipping!
The birds have scarpered off the lawn,
And hidden in the gables.
Let’s go and put our swim trunks on,
They’re free - the picnic tables!
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