Rain and Children

It’s raining, it’s pouring 
Life has become so boring,
Can’t go outside to play or bike 
Scene outside is alluring,

It’s raining, it’s pouring,
New tricks we are exploring 
To jump in puddles, overcome hurdles,
Threatening clouds are roaring 

It’s raining, it’s pouring 
How much we love ignoring,
Dad’s angry gaze, mom’s rage,
Till they are exploding,

It’s raining, it’s pouring,
Dark clouds keep roaring 
All pitter patter what does it matter
Like clouds we are soaring.
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I have based my poem upon the nursery rhyme‘It’s raining,it’s pouring,the old man is snoring.’