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