It rained all day long,
Splattered on the road, pavement, trees,
My roof and the glass windows
Obscured the sun and turned
The bright day grey;
I watched it fall, heard its music,
Felt the dampness and cold, and cried
Because I could not go out to play,
I felt trapped, and the more I cried
The more my mother scolded me.
I had nothing to do except pester her,
To prepare crisp sugary pancakes for me to eat;
She asked me to take out my toys,
Forgetting I had grown up
Almost ready to go to school.
Being a child is a bother at times.
The rain did not abate it was late evening,
I could hear my father park the car,
And ring the bell;
He will pick me up and call me a good boy,
And ask me to smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem