Twain, Is Like A Rain

Being wet, not yet, let the ears wide open, however, the rain never stops until in this day forward and toward. it never heard thunderous train came, cannot blame, be careful of the old fashioned name, untwisted the Chinese puzzling game like that, it might've snapped and zapped away, Twain said in her own country star words, is like a naïve raindrops coming down in buckets, not that much on darkened chocolate bars of hail, lightly on reddish rose in millions of more, underscore limit has been longer and stronger in tune, the month of beginning in June, followed and yellowed bricks were made, drink some ice cold lemonade, and wear some shade of sunglasses, the hair was soaked and drenched all the way down poured

Written by
Michael James Brindley
5-6-19