The Rain

Pitter. Patter

The soft rain is splashing on my feet

Pitter. Patter

It is such a beautiful treat

As the grey clouds form 

They make a horrible storm

With thunder and lightning

This storm might be a little bit frightening

The rain starts pouring

And the wind is roaring

The lakes are flooding 

And my head is thudding

But suddenly the rain stops

And there are no more than small rain drops

The clouds clear up

And the sun is back

Pitter. Patter