Some Poems that Come from the Heart by SummerCheng37

Rainy Day Poem by Summer Cheng

        "Rainy Day  Poem"

         by Summer Cheng

    

   It was a rainy day out,

    So wet,

  that if one were to pout,

   the very expression itself,

 could barely be seen:

  because of all the rain.

    The rain continues to fall,

    On one and all,

    The ground is a messy,

    mixture of slush,

    and mud.

    The girl looks around,

    her at the ground,

    She tries not to frown,

    as her muddy boots,

     sink into the grass;

     below her.

      She is glad,

     her husband bought,

     them both rain boots,

    so that on days,

    like these,

    she will not have mud,

    all over her socks,

     or ruin her nice shoes,

    as everyone knows,

    it is bad enough:

    to have rain all   the way up to your knees.

    

     She sighs,

     as the dog,

     takes a break,

     to  use the outdoor facilities,

     for so it seems,

      it is a cold,

      wet day,

     but what does,

   one really expect?

   It rains,

  off and on,

   all week long,

    so much that she,

   begins to sing,

   a little song:

   Rainy days are here,

   to stay,

   oh, yes they do not seem,

   to go away!

    She smiles,

    in spite of herself,

   there is no reason,

   to be a grump,

    just because the rain,

   does not end,

   for  as one knows,

    as the story goes,

   it  has scarcely begun.

    She could whine,

   or complain,

   that there is way to much rain,

    it about enough,

   to make her go isane!

  

    Instead she returns,

    to the house,

    as quiet as a mouse,

    with the dog,

    close behind her,

    sits down,

    and writes about her day,

     how it is so rainy,

    and gloomy,

     what a bore,

     no wonder she might even snore!

    The gray clouds,

    are here to stay,

    it seems for yet,

    another day,

    but she want let it get,

   her down,

   or  bring forth a frown.

   No, she will not,

    she figures it will do,

    no good,

  for anyone else,

   for how will others cope?

    with such a thing,

     if  she really does,

   go insane:

   over such a little thing,

    as to much rain!

   She hears the pitter,

    patter of the rain,

     as it drips off,

      the roof,

      the windows,

      and the trees,

     she tries so hard,

   not to sneeze!

    She recalls,

    how she saw,

   a squirrrel or two,

   as they ran about,

   in the grass,

   as if the rain,

   did not faze them one bit,

     so she decides not to pitch,

     a fit!

   She just sits,

   relaxes in her favorite chair,

    and decides not to worry,

    over the rainy day,

    so there!