Sick Of The Rain Poem by Ronald Chapman

I am soaking wet!
I wonder when this rain will stop;
I hear thunder,
I see lightning,
I want to scream like a little girl,
I am soaking wet!


I pretend to be happy;
I feel sick,
I touch my forehead,
I worry I may be catching a cold,
I cry mommy!
I pretend to be happy.


This is nature's way.
I say ENOUGH! with the rain already.
I dream of clear, bright sunny days.
I try to get dry.
I pray this rain stops soon.
Why is this nature's way?