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
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: As I sat down to write this morning, I looked out the window and it was raining. The sky was very grey, and the rain was coming down steadily, the street was wet. I thought about how much children love the rain and about children at play. This poem expresses the joy of playing and enjoying the moment. The rain was dropping and then suddenly the sun came, but the children were so enthralled in their play that they didn't realized the transformation.
- Category: Children
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Comments3
Uplifting write - great work.
Oh yes, we may moan as adults - oh no, it's raining, oh dear! Same as with any snow. yet children seem to love it!
Good write, children are wonderful to watch playing, rain or shine their laughter always shines through as they paly.
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