Rainy Days



Clouds blanketed across the sky,

Dripping drops falling by my side,

Droplets falling down,  down, down,

It pours on everything it has found.

It’s raining cats and dogs,

And guess what now my clothes

 are waterlogged.

There’s a clatter,

There’s a roar,

It sounds like we live on a

beach shore.

Like an angry tiger the rain growled at me,

sounds really, really hungry.

The air is moist and very damp,

definitely not the day to camp.

Bubble, Gurgle, Splatter, Splosh

After this I’ll need a wash.

The rain’s icy fingers caught me in its grip,

This will be a long, long trip.



By Rissy Simanu