I was really really bored during the summer one day. My mom wanted me to stop watching television or use my computer. I didn’t want to clean my room, so I just decided to write something. So I wrote two rhyming poems about the rain. I really like making my poems rhyme for some reason. I feel like its easier than making it not rhyme. I’m really weird that way.

RAIN

I hate rain
Rain is a pain
Expecially if it was a great day
to go out and play
I’m stuck in the house
with my pet mouse
my mother
and my annoying little brother
Can’t go to school
nor to the pool
I listen to the tap tap of the rain
that’s stuck inside of my brain
wishing I could go out
but the rain will not stop, no doubt

STUCK INSIDE

It’s still raining outside
the forecast had lied
“Please stop this rain Posiedon,” I prayed.
Unfortunately, he did not come to my aid.
I couldn’t go to anyone’s house
So I watched people outside get doused
I watched from binoculars, feeling like a spy
When suddenly, rain stopped falling from the sky

Some of this isn’t actually true. I didn’t really want to go outside that much, and I wouldn’t bother Lord Poseidon with some dumb request like that.