Rain


Rain

It was always the antagonist, a wretched detour from the sun.
“Go away!” We sang.
Bringing flowers with its inconvenience,
Making puddles that were much more appealing than any slide or swing,
Bringing worms out for us to scream “Ew!” at,
It was always the antagonist.

The thunder that followed scared some.
Most prefer the sun,
The warm, honey looking rays that invite you outside.
Some didn’t.
I wonder; did they think rain was an antagonist?

Rain, Rain, go away, come again another day!

Rain is an antagonist, a wretched detour from the sun.
Ruining a child’s right to experience the outdoors.
I now wonder if every child actually wants this
If every child prefers the warm, honey looking rays, over the pitter-patter and the enchanting lights in the sky.

Is rain somewhere in between?

No, Rain is the antagonist, a wretched detour from the sun.
Plans, smiles, and even time is erased.
Everyone likes warm, honey looking rays.
No one’s mind is on the pitter-patter and the enchanting lights in the sky.
Not one person’s mind is on the dewey aftermath, the flowers that are sure to blossom, or even the one night they could sleep easily,

Rain, rain, go away, come again another day!

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