Stop, rain, stop!
Stop, rain, stop!
Not another drop!
My friends are here. They’ve come to play.
We want to be outdoors today.
Stop, rain, stop!
Stop, rain, stop!
Not another drop!
We do not want our washing wet,
But you make sure that’s what we get.
Stop, rain, stop!
Stop, rain, stop!
Not another drop!
You’ve been around for several hours:
Look how you’re drowning all the flowers!
Stop, rain, stop!
Stop, rain, stop!
Not another drop!
Go help the farmer grow his wheat
And give his stock green grass to eat.
Stop, rain, stop!
Drip . . . . . drip . . . . . . . . . . . . plop!
At last, the final drop!
Now we’ll get a flower display.
Now the washing’s on its way.
Now we can go out to play!
Monty Edwards
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #41
Monty says: The poem sets out to give voice to the dissatisfaction and frustration we often feel when wet weather disrupts our plans – a common experience for both children and adults.
Australian Children’s Poetry 
Enjoyed this poem! Thanks, Monty.