The Pouring Rain

I look outside my window,
and see the pouring rain,
I hear the pitter patter,
as it hits my window pane.

I decided to stay inside,
for I don't want to get wet,
The rain is such a dreadful thing,
and if you venture outside,
you always end up soaked,
and it takes you an hour,
to not be freezing cold,
So I love the rain and hate it to,
I can not make up my mind and I don't know what to do.

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