Rain, rain , go away .

The chubby five year old splashed in the rain

“Ah, rainy day, rainy day, no school”, his refrain

 The pitter patter of rain and the clouded canopy

Sent him into raptures of unadulterated glee 

He danced and sang, and his hands clapped

 Like a consummate rapper riotously rapped.

 With juvenile laughter the surroundings resounded.

The garden with the prattle of kids abounded.

 In a rain drenched field sat a skeletal farmer desolate

 His sunken cheeks tear streaked, eyes red, misery great

He cast an intensely sad look at the clouded canopy

Watched by a royal kingfisher atop   a gulmohar tree

Feeling lost, he beat his chest, and cursed his fate

Oh how this untimely rain he did hate.

Like a woebegone child, looked the savaged fields

With a forlorn air lay the rain - ravaged yields

The vicinity with the echoes of his grief abounded.

 Ravaged by this calamity, he slumped astounded.

Elsewhere, juvenile laughter, loudly   resounded.

The garden with the prattle of kids abounded.