There are gloomy skies in Portland
The persistent rains have come back
And many people think it’s grand
There are gloomy skies in Portland
In pouring rain some love to stand
And their love for rain doesn’t lack
There are gloomy skies in Portland
The persistent rains have come back
Triolet
(I was thinking of my grandson Dylan when I wrote this poem. He loves the rain so very much)
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 