The Rain Poem by Khirod Dalpati

THE RAIN

Rain is falling pitter patter,
Oh! I forgot to close the shutter;
If once I get wet it doesn't matter
But I must not, I'm scared of mother.

Rain is falling pitter patter
Out there is playing my little sister;
She would be dirty and smell like gutter;
I should rather go and call my father.

Rain is falling pitter patter
My fat aunt has fallen in the gutter;
She shouts for rescue to my mother
But someone is there. Oh! My brother.

Rain is falling pitter patter
I know it will stop soon or later;
And all the children will be scattered
I will be playing with them, together.

By: Khirod Dalpati