Raining Pearls Poem by amans bho

I remember the terriffic way
it rained pearls on town one day
evryone was heard exclaiming 'it's raining pearls'
the tiny shiny balls getting stuck in girl's curls
along the road everyone's outstretched hands seeking
more and more pearls as the rain was pouring
no one really saw the hot balloon up above
losing control along with its load and how the man for help shout
the rest for the town was a fairy tale
as each took home their jewels and lay
in gratitude and happiness to their extraordinary gain
but till date no one really knows why there was a pearl rain