Grey clouds sweeping

Rain is pouring

Over the playground


Children are thrilled

To go outside

In the rain


Electrified and wide-eyed

Dashing out running

Their arms stretching


Thunder—grumbling, rumbling

Near the park

Where children play


Churlish clouds swell

Into black silhouettes

Puddles began plinking


Suddenly the sun

came out again,

casting slanted beams


Where children played,

the molten-gold sun

chased clouds away


The sky now

a dome plasma-blue

gleaming, cheering, playfully


Shifting, steady, silently

As children play,

Red faced, happily