It rains in rings around my boots.
I bury beloved books in my jacket,
Defending them from the flood’s fury.
Later I pore over precious pages,
Impervious to plummeting droplets.
Bibliophile
Pluviophile
It rains in rings around my boots.
I bury beloved books in my jacket,
Defending them from the flood’s fury.
Later I pore over precious pages,
Impervious to plummeting droplets.
Bibliophile
Pluviophile