Rain Play Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Dear weary of dreary, I can
Still, will not, because I just can't
The reason is, little; They say I'm too little
Unusually little I am 

Today in my life, it is raining
Yesterday, so bored; It was raining
In here I must stay and keep dry from the rain
This is mine, My lonely and sad

Low in spirit, onlooking reflections
Why do the birdies, ' Not I, ' get to play
Sploshing and splashing; Having such fun
While sitting here, watching, in vain

Long are the days when clouds hide the sun
If only in the rain, a game I could play
Mine is the same- Each time that it rains
How it looks to be so much fun

Oh little birds how lucky you are
Splashing in puddles, rain made
If only I could; Then maybe I would
What the heck; Whom may I blame

Here in the rain with a mud covered face
My mother; My only fear
I know that she knows, But somehow I know
Soon a bath will draw ever near

(12/24/2022)