THE JOY OF RAIN
By John Herlihy

The dark clouds open as drops rain down,
The sky’s face seems turned into a frown.
The little kids looked at the rain in wonder,
Never seen it before, never heard thunder.
They ran out onto the porch, little feet wet,
A puppy ran about in circles looking upset.
The joy of rain as only little children know,
Blessing from Heaven only God can bestow.
They raised their arms at the glorious creation,
They opened their mouths in sweet anticipation.
They shook their heads and stomped their feet,
They closed their eyelids ticklish drops to meet.
Only Mother Nature could explain to them better,
How the sunny day could suddenly become wetter.