The Rain

By: Curtis J. Adams

The rain starts to patter,
Listen to it chatter.

On the roofs,
and on the walks.

Listen to it,
As it talks.

The sun, covered, no longer shines,
Listen to it as it cries.

It could rain for days,
and I wouldn't care.

I'll just watch it,
sitting in this chair.

Just watching it fall from the sky.
Why does the sun have to cry?