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
