https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/countless/
It rains for countless days,
the clouds are thick and dark.
Summer seems an age away,
No walks around the park.
The weathers always rotten,
the washing never dries.
Until I go to work again
and the sun is in the sky!
Countless times I swap my day
planning well ahead.
I closely watch the weather,
in constant fear and dread.
But I always choose the wrong day
how ever hard I plan.
Then you’ll find me in the office,
sweating by the fan!
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