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The rain won't stop until Christmas, The wind has changed direction, Now the downpour knocks on my window, 'Wont you come out and play?' Nothing else awaits you today.
#Red shoe I took the dog for a walk The sky looked a little grey Didn't bother to get changed Don't think it will rain today.
On a cold winters day,. When there's nothing to do,. It's raining outside,. And I am blue,. I get a blanket,. Watch crappy T.V,. Drink some hot chocolate,. It makes me happy,.
The grey clouds roll in,. Not much to do,. I watch the raindrops hit the window,. Nothing really new,. My cup of tea is warm,. The heat rising off of it,. My little house is dark,.
It's a rainy day, Nothing really to do, My mind starts to wonder, Thinking about you, I wonder what your doing, Maybe your thinking about me.
I'll always remember those afternoons spent stranded on the veranda, watching as rain poured endlessly from above.
The rain is pouring. The clouds are dark. The creak of the floorboards. As I hear people lark. There is nothing to do. The weathers so bad. At least I'm not on holiday. That would be sad. Staying in.
Does not work. It was raining so hard and my mom needed to get to the store because we were running out if food. So I told her to do the rain dance. She gave me a look.
I couldn't be bothered to sing in the rain, So I just let my inner child free.
It's raining so hard and kids are stuck inside They are trying to seek while I try to hide. Running out of things for them to do Need some ideas. Exciting and new.
A little boy sat on the sill Dreaming his days away Longing for the summer sun So he could finally play Beside him lay a well worn toy A much loved wooden plane But all he could do was sit and...
Just got back from a dog walk in the rain. Drizzling for all it's worth round here, typical British summer...
You're walking and it's raining and you're way to wet enough.
Yesterday was Monday. We called it Funday. But I hate Tuesday. So I call it Bluesday. Weathermen warn. It'll rain all morn. Machines are bust. So I've had to de-rust. Thing I like most.
Oh what a damp and miserable day. Why did I get out of bed. I could have dreamt the day away, all warm and tucked up instead. The odd rumble if thunder, and dark clouds overhead.
I was going to use my day off to get some practice for Saturday. But I had to come back early because of the rain.