Rain

• Allie Shackleton, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

Falling with a drip and drop,
Hitting the ground with a big plop.
Landing on all the trees,
Hitting all the little bees.
Children waiting for the sun to come out,
So they can go out and shout.
Parents shouting for it to go away,
It should not be like this in May.