One day, I opened my window
to see children playing below.
But alas, the showers came
the rain god got the blame.
As the sparrows wet in vain
the waters flooded the lane.
The kids roared like insane
while parents took their canes.
They heard their mothers calling
followed by the lightning falling.
This time they yielded with pain
sadly, I shut my window pane.
The fields would sway to the wind
the children in trains waving back.
The tides would get back their surf
the farmers too engrossed in work.
When the rains hit us days on
it made pools of watery slush.
The mud would entrance the kids
who would make pots with the clay.
The sun would peep in on the dew
so the grass could retain the shine.
The grasshoppers would jump in joy
crickets playing the game of life.
The butterflies were very choosy
as to which flower they would sit.
This made it difficult for us to catch
by reading their minds in tiny heads.
Perceptions 