In teenage years, when it rained
You let the weather triumph
Walked home, sodden, dripping
You’d reach the front door
Wet through to the core
In your twenties, when it rained
You’d tend to remember
An umbrella to keep you dry
You’d walk home late
Shake off the rain at the gate
In your thirties, when it rained
You’d always stay inside
Far too sensible to stray
Into bad weather and a storm
After all, that was the norm
Now you’ve hit your forties
You’ve lapsed into the past
And weather the rain;
You quite like the way that it drips
Down your face and across your lips
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