The Little Boy and the Rain

A little boy once asked the rain
To go and come another day!
For he was bored and wanted to play,
But he couldn’t go out in the rain.

The rain smiled down at the little child,
And gave him an answer ever so mild.
She said, ‘Without this rain my little Dear,
People would fill with sudden fear.
Without my rain the trees would die,
For who would water them way up high?

Without my water the seas would dry up,
And the roses the lily the buttercup.
Without my showers, there’d be no flowers,
No lakes, no streams, no birds and no bees.
No life and no ships without the seas,
No food to eat and nothing to drink,
A horrible picture- don’t you think?’

The child he thought of the rain’s reply,
And understood the reason why,
The flowers bloomed, and birds sang out loud,
And trees grew mighty tall and proud.
Why there was a lot to drink and eat
And grass grew green about his feet

He smiled and said, ‘Rain don’t go away!
For I can play another day.’

(written on the first rainy afternoon of fall ’96)