The Rain That Wouldn’t Listen

The sky is grumbling

It’s dark and gray.

Why won’t the sun come out

On this midsummer’s day?

I hear the thunder growl

And see the lightning flash.

Under cover

I quickly dash.

Boredom sweeps the town,

There’s nothing to do or say.

Why won’t the sun come out

On this midsummer’s day?

I hate this storm—

This thunder, this rain.

Why won’t it leave?

This is such a pain!

I want to run

And scream and play.

Why won’t the sun come out

On this midsummer’s day?

The droplets collect.

It’s a puddle—

It’s a pond—

No, it’s a lake!

Why won’t this storm end, for heaven’s sake?!

How much to stop this rain?

There’s no price I wouldn’t pay.

Why won’t the sun come out

On this midsummer’s day?

Storms are so stupid,

So dumb, so lame.

But wait that puddle —

It’s calling my name.

I sploosh and splash

’Til mud covers my shirt.

I’m a mess

Whatever —it’s just water and dirt.

I sing and dance

And have so much fun.

I don’t realize that

The storms almost done.

The rain lets up a bit.

This isn’t fair.

Storm, don’t leave me—

Don’t you dare!

Sunshine spills through the clouds

And the rain stops.

Come back rain,

Or I’ll call the cops!

I love the rain.

I want it to stay.

Why wont the sun leave me

On this midsummer’s day?