Raindrops.

The rain keeps on falling

You’d think this was boring

Watching the drops race

Down the glass pane.

I wish to go play

But mother says no way

I’m stuck inside

Sitting wide eyed.

There’ll be lots of fresh mud

To jump around in

But no flower buds

Maybe their hiding

While we’re sat here whining

Waiting to go outside

When the sun

Comes back again.