Boy, doesn’t it pour? It never wants to
Stop. Pitter-patter, that is all I hear,
Oh dear.
Maybe one day it will end, then the
Sun will shine once more, leaving
Me to open the door to let the air
Come through.
Then, when you think it is safe to
Go outside down comes another
Shower. Then what do I do? Go
Back inside to while away another
Hour.
Poems By ken makepeace 