When Rain Comes Poem by Jerusha Melanie

Its thundering,
Its lightning,
Its storming,
It’s raining.

When rain comes,
Some cry,
Some curse,
And some enjoy.

“Oh! My cloths have got wet! ”
Women shout.
Water splashes
And current goes out.

Children play,
Sail paper boats;
And mothers scold for tearing
Papers from their notes.

People open umbrellas,
And raincoats, they unfold.
A pleasant breeze blows
And some shiver with cold.

But though it makes mom say,
“Rain, rain, go away! ”
And stops all my play,
I love a rainy day.