Cloudy with a chance of showers

When the cat comes in as you begin
Some weeding,
And the clouds turn gray and far away
They rumble,
It’s time to quit your private bit
Of Eden.
Don’t watch the trees or vines or bees
Or bumbles.
They buzz and flower no matter how
It swelters.
If you get caught you’ll be doing lots
Of cussing.
Oh, the breeze feels good, but you really should
Seek shelter.
And when the first drop falls you better haul
Your ass in.
So heed the sky and you’ll stay dry.
Unlike I.

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