Boy, Doesn’t It Pour

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.