My Coat

I nearly didn’t take my coat;
The weather seemed so warm.
But, like a day a poet wrote,
The wind kicked up a storm.

And so I trudged through driving rain
Along the sodden track,
And yet I didn’t once complain
Of think of turning back.

My coat’s a match for anything
The weather’s got in store.
So let the peals of thunder ring
And every raindrop pour!

You’ll never find me lying low;
My coat goes everywhere I go.

Photo by Lucie Capkova on Unsplash

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