Poetry

When the rain comes,
it brings the wind,
The soul it touches,
the birds they sing,

passing through the alley, water in a pond,
cab runs through...
Splash...... It sounds, drenched in hands,
Soaked, the bad side, the un-fun in the rain.

The happiness is gone,
Cold creeps in,
Covered in a blanket... Hoping it goes.

The rain is coming,
The birds are humming,
The clouds are gathered in crowds,

The gloom was wearing in,
Silence started to sneak in

The once noisy kids become quite
There was hullabaloo,
What could stop the problem, no cue.
I felt the rain deserved a boo
But it was cool
After all.