The rain is dancing down the street,

across the park and up the lane.

It’s teeming where I stand to meet

the clickety-clackety morning train.

The rain is hammering on the rooves

and causing such a fuss.

It’s drenching where I stand to meet

the braking quaking bus.

The rain is splashing on the ground

creating puddles deep.

To get to where I need to be

I’ve got to hop and leap.

The rain is filling all the creeks.

The gutters run with foam.

It’s wet day lunch at school today,

I think I’ll just stay home.