It Rains And Rains Poem by Abdul Sattar

It rains and rains
Slowly and slowly
And the people in the village
In their houses made of mud
Cannot enjoy it more
There is a fear around
The roofs may fell down
They pray all the time
So life is in some stiff time
A dirty faced child came out of his home
And shrieked and run away fast
With a unknown joy and amusement
His clothes were no more clean
For he wants to get more of the mud
A loaf of bread in his hand
Fell down from his hand
And he was up sit down
With thrashing skill he stood up
Ran again with a full muddy face
Behind the muddy walls he disappeared