Splitter, splatter,

Splitter, splatter,

Falls the rain,

Drip, drip, drip,

On the brain.

Creating puddles,

On the ground,

Making music,

With every sound.

Falling heavy,

Falling fine,

Chucking it down,

From time to time.

Getting us soaked,

Clean right through,

This is rain,

And what it can do.

By Dr Geebers