Rain (Monorhyme)

Running to the car to escape the rain,
I fell, broke my arm and now I'm in pain.
My fault entirely, I should not complain
even though the rain does make me insane.
Now there's a cast to deal with and explain.
A good day to stay in bed, that is plain.
Good thoughts we should always maintain,
without rain, grass and flowers are mundane.
Dark clouds forewarn of pending storms again,
so from running I must abstain.
Or else I might fall again, how inane,
and then would be using a walking cane.

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A Monorhyme is a poem in which all the lines have the same end rhyme.
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