Kids and rain
Tick tock runs the clock
Waiting for no lazy bones,
Hush, hush screams the rock
And thinks of some mute tones
Cold wind sneezes a whoosh
As raindrops plop on pools;
And you can't tell who's whose -
As kids slam and break the rules.
Pitter-patter dances all 'round
The rain shameless and naked;
Boys whiz along, make splashy sound,
Girls slosh barefoot, their skirts lifted.