On A Rainy-day

It rained all day long,

Splattered on the road, pavement, trees,

My roof and the glass windows

Obscured the sun and turned

The bright day grey;

I watched it fall, heard its music,

Felt the dampness and cold, and cried

Because I could not go out to play,

I felt trapped, and the more I cried

The more my mother scolded me.

I had nothing to do except pester her,

To prepare crisp sugary pancakes for me to eat;

She asked me to take out my toys,

Forgetting I had grown up

Almost ready to go to school.

Being a child is a bother at times.

The rain did not abate it was late evening,

I could hear my father park the car,

And ring the bell;

He will pick me up and call me a good boy,

And ask me to smile.