Rain

Archisha Shrivastava

I could go down now,

Jump into the muddy puddles that surround,

But there is something I will get,

I’m going to get all wet.

Oh! It’s raining,

Oh! It’s pouring,

The sun has gone to snoring,

Night blooming flowers I’m adoring.

It’s also so cold,

For the young and old.

Oh! It’s raining,

Oh! it’s pouring

Pitter patter, pitter patter,

Comes down the rain,

Sometimes it is friendly,

Sometimes it is pain.