Its thundering,
Its lightning,
Its storming,
It’s raining.
When rain comes,
Some cry,
Some curse,
And some enjoy.
“Oh! My cloths have got wet! ”
Women shout.
Water splashes
And current goes out.
Children play,
Sail paper boats;
And mothers scold for tearing
Papers from their notes.
People open umbrellas,
And raincoats, they unfold.
A pleasant breeze blows
And some shiver with cold.
But though it makes mom say,
“Rain, rain, go away! ”
And stops all my play,
I love a rainy day.
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