Rain
There's nothing to gain
From perpetual rain
Cos from one day to the next
It's never the same.
Sometimes it blatters
The next day it splatters
And gets to the point where nothing else matters
It dribbles from a slate grey sky
It gushes from clouds so black and so high
It ruins a perfectly good washing day
And makes mum say words I'm forbidden to say
It rains in Spain
It gets wet in Tibet
Its a right royal pain
And I'm willing to bet
That if there was a place called Chrising Town
It wouldn't not very nice at all
The farmers they like it
It helps with the crops
But from acid to purple
I just prey that it stops.
Because water to me
Should be next to the sand
Not turning to mud
What was once nice dry land
Not making dad swear
When his car gets stuck
Or getting mums death stare
When I walk in fresh muck
Now everythings damp
And everythings soggy
You can't see a thing
Cos it's ever so foggy.
And even if the sun does come out
It doesn't look well
Like it shouldn't be out
On a day like this
For even the moon
That once was so shiny
Like a big silver spoon
Is now pale and quite tiny
And wishing like me
It was summer again.
Cos the rain seems to be
Not much of a friend.
The End
Copyright © Dimpra Kaleem | Year Posted 2019
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