Firing Rain Poem by Ima Ryma

My four year old comes up to me,
And asks me if it's gonna rain.
No cloud in the sky does there be,
'No rain right now, ' I do explain,
'Is there a reason that you ask? '
'I bet the flowers need a drink.'
I figure he could do that task.
'Where is my water can? ' I think.
But before I finish that thought,
My son has his own way no doubt,
As I see in his hand he's got
The rain maker that he's pulled out.

'I'm firing rain, ' says my young son,
And squirts me with his water gun.