It Is Raining Again

It rains, again... The birds find refuge in exile...but the toads and frogs rejoice... The ceilings are washed and party... The clay runs free on the streets... the children sans expensive toys swim in spontaneous ponds, and the ordinary paper boats they sail bold under their command... Also the fields rave yearning by the green that will paint them... Yet while the dark clouds pour their waters, the roses for their stoic petals suffer from the heavy load, affecting its sensitivities... !