Rain

• Isabella Mitchell, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2004

Dropping onto the leaves of trees,
Wetting all the bugs and bees.
The grass is wet with muddy feet,
And when its raining the sheep go bleet.

The gutters are filled with a gush of rain,
Drops of rain fall again and again.
And when your doing work at school,
You feel a breeze thats very cool.

Ntaying in all the day,
Never ever outside play.
Put the baby in the cot,
Most of you food is yummy and hot

And when its all over everthings damp,
So you had better watch out or you'll Slip on a ramp.
The air is fresh like snow on hills,
And the ducks they hve wet bills!