Thought we could get it in.
We missed it by inches.
Then sheets of rain came down.
We tried to be stubborn about it,
But park slides don’t work well in the rain.
A water-logged situation developed in a flash.
Our park dreams were all wet.
And just as fast, the library was closed.
Last resort, fast food play playground.
Full of so many nooks, and viable germs.
Building robust constitutions one rain date at a time.
A very special thanks to A and L, for taking a wet song and making it wetter.
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