May 18, 2003 WHAT IS IT? It falls from the sky like salt from a shaker, And often comes with some cold. It hits your face like a blast of sand, And finds its way down your neck. It finds its way through helmet vents, And runs right down your back. It splashes up from the tire on front, And thoroughly wets your shoes. Your socks soon feel like sponges on your feet, And your toes squish all around. If you are a tandem stoker, you see, You get a special treat – That stuff comes off the tire in back, And splashes all over your butt. God gave it to us to grow some plants, And probably didn’t know – There are apparently people stupid enough, To ride all day in this special stuff. Rain, rain, go away, Please don’t fall on my bike today. Ron