rain

a poem about the rain

The rain, rain is here again
never rains but it pours oh how I sometimes wish it would snow.
people going here and there getting damp clothes wet hair
I wonder if she really cares, mother nature we don't see her but we know she's there.
Just for once let us choose the weather we want
colourless and wet maybe if we could choose a colour what would it be, oh let me see pink or black then when it rained we could send it back to mother nature.