The Rain Song
Rain, rain go away
Come again another day
Cold drops drench my head and
Puddles soak my feet
Rain, rain, go away,
Wash some other street.
Tiny rivers run down the road
Leaves drink up their fill,
Beneath that stump there is a toad
There is a lake in the windowsill!
It’s pouring Russian street cats out here
An umbrella’s not enough; I’ve got water in my ear!
My hands are froze, full-chilled’s my blood
The grey clouds are streaking down
The lane’s awash in grimy mud
People are splashing all over town.
more by Lëaf Ednïwinga
photograph by Gabriel Santiago