Rainy Day Thoughts

Sometimes when it rains,
I think of the strollers that are feeling cold.
Others are young, and some are old.
And some are not taught and told
about the old people.
Words that are powerful,
compared to bold.

Sometimes when it rains,
I feel the pain
that unlucky people gain, every day.
Do they need to pay,
and just say, "OK?"
We are strollers; we don't have a say.

Sometimes when it rains,
I remember the day
when I won a bunch of coins.
I was ignored by my friends
who were angry.
I confronted them,
and our friendship shone again,
like it had been removed by Handy Andy.

Sometimes when it rains,
I hear a lot of Onomatopoeiu
that my sister and I hear
in different ears.
We have different ideas that appear
in our minds and in the atmosphere.

Sometimes when it rains,
I wish I could stop the rain for the homeless,
because I think it's careless
for parents to throw away their children
not knowing if they are stolen - FAST!
like a goal scored by Diego Forlan.

Sometimes when it rains,
I see droughts and floods
being spread by rain.
Even if its dark,
it doesn't even know where they will park.
OH, NO!
Here it comes,
with its destroying fluid.

-Lloyd Hanjana