It’s raining again, when will it stop,

On and on it goes, not missing a spot

The sky has gone grey, so dull life is now,

It’s driving me mad, the drip, drop and drip,

I long for the sun, to dry up up the world,

My clothes are just soaked, my umbrella unfurled,

I make my way home, through puddles like lakes,

The weight of my clothes, makes my whole body ache,

Not far to go now, but it’s starting to pour,

Just a bit further, and I’ll be at my door,

Cold rain on my skin, trickles down my wet face,

Can’t stand being sodden, I feel out of place,

Children splashing in puddles, without a care in the world,

A sudden smile on my face, as I recall younger days,

I jump in a puddle, it makes a huge splash,

The kids look around, and everyone laughs,

Exhausted from splashing, I’m sad to be home,

The rains not that bad, it makes me feel young…