Spiders Web Poem by Micronjan (also use name micron)

A spider spun on a shiny wingmirror,
Proud of his web—it looked top-tier.
Then a leaf zoomed by with a cheeky grin,
'Catch me if you can! '—and smacked him in.

He rebuilt his web with delicate care,
Till raindrops arrived, bouncing in the air.
'Boing! Boing! ' they laughed, 'Welcome to our ball! '
Spider flailed—'I didn't sign up for this squall! '

The web began to jiggle and hop,
Spider's eight legs tried not to flop.
Edges tilted, walls wobbled wide,
'Stay inside the square! ' he squeaked in fright.

He stepped too far—the silk went boing,
He clutched for life as the whole thing swung.
Back through a tiny gap he raced,
The mirror's dark nook—his hiding place.

He peeked outside—leaves danced, raindrops pranced,
His web a trampoline, bouncing and enhanced.
'Why me? ! ' he yelled, eight legs in the air,
The chaos laughed back without a care.

At last the storm calmed, sun returned bright,
His web still intact, a sparkling delight.
'Next time, ' he vowed, 'I'll pick a tree,
Where leaves don't attack and raindrops can't flee