The thunder claps
The lightning flashes
The rain comes
Torrents of water
Streaming down
From the heavens
People grumble
Umbrellas pop open
Like flowers in spring
Others are gloomy
Dislike the cold
But no, not I
I love the rain
The sound it makes
Splish, splash
I love the mud
Jumping in puddles
Splish, splash
I love to lie still
Happily listening
To the rain
Splish.
Splash.
(Home,12 April 2007)
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