Fool in the Rain

Dark skies eke out sad winter days
Hibernating, no venturing out
Bar one, who steps outside again
They all watch his peculiar ways
This not occurring in life's drought
From in to out, to entertain

So how, they ask, still looking on
In all this gloom, none can explain
Each time they wonder, minds in doubt
Will he, once more bring out the song
Of the fool in the rain


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Prompt--A Fool in the Rain
Form--A Curtal Sonnet