Rain, Rain
O my children
Innocent as a summer day
But No
I watch my children fall
To the ground
To splat into a puddle
O how I watch the little people run
Under my tearful cries
They mock me, they despise me
They laugh at my offspring falling on
their faces
I watch them join together
To make a treacherous stream carrying my
Children away
I
Strike
In anger
No harm done
All I see are the little people
Running away
Just Like
My
Little Children.