In the darkness of that night
with nothing near as bright
or colorful for the naked eye to see;
had all that could be done
to try and have some fun
but there was this something
that was etched within the brain.
An obstruction of all thought
and mounting to all but naught,
it was something from which my eye
could just not refrain.
I knew when the eye was dressed
and the issue had been pressed,
it was nothing more then that, that,
that pesty Favicon rain!
I was needlessly drenched from head to toe
and did not care nor want to know,
how could anything so wet and bothersome,
would not even leave a stain.
I wanted to yell so all could hear
and not get caught in its soggy smear
but there was something causing fear once again.
As if you have not guessed,
it was that colorful little pest,
that, that, that funky Favicon Rain! Quirk104
