Lil’ Imagination
Rainy Days
In my kitchen,
as I eat fried vegetables,
the rain pours down.
I hear it scream with anger,
and as if the sky is breaking,
the white lightning flashes.
I am frightened,
The sky is as black as a witch's hat.
The lightning, stands out.
I am inside,
warm,
with my pink robe hugging me,
my purple nightcap on,
and blue sweatpants comforting me.
I dislike summer rains,
except-
for my delicious fried vegetables.
