A Rainy Day

Rain falling like a heavy sob
from clouds like gray marshmallows.
Collecting in a puddley blob
while children splash in the shallows.

Raincoats and boots on back and foot
except for those who'll catch a cold.
Mothers calling, "Kids, be good!"
to both the young and the old.

Bicycles riding through bowls in the road
which collect all of the water,
And young ones building tiny moats
while the sun comes out and gets hotter.

But all of the clouds roll away
for they are blown by nature.
Youngsters also go their way
so they can grow and mature.

The sun is a lamp scarring the sky
until it reaches the other side.
Now the roads and grounds are dry
introducing the dawn of night.

Bodies tucked in under thick, wool covers
as they lay their heads on a pillow.
The moon's reflection parts the lovers
and casts a shadow of the willow.

Eyes slowly close and minds slowly stop
and dreams float in their way.
That morning energy reached the top
because it was a rainy day.