Rain Rain Go Away

Rain Rain Go Away

Rain, Rain, Go Away, come again another day, Little Johnny wants to play, Rain, Rain, Go Away. Little Johnny wasn't content with indoor toys. He craved the feel of wet grass beneath his toes, the thrill of chasing mud-splattered joys. But today, the heavens opened wide, pouring down in sheets, Turning his planned adventure into a symphony of drumming on windowpanes so bleak. Johnny slumped by the window, a frown etched on his face, Wishing for sunshine, to leave not a trace, Of the rain that had stolen his plans for the day, Building forts and splashing puddles, washed all away. Suddenly, a gentle voice, his grandma warm and wise, "Don't fret, little Johnny," she said with a twinkle in her eyes, "Rain might dampen the ground, but it can't dampen our glee, Let's turn this rainy day, into an adventure for you and me!" Grandma pulled out a box filled with treasures untold, Buttons and yarn, and seashells of gold. With nimble fingers and a story to tell, They crafted a pirate ship, in a giant seashell. Johnny, his frown replaced by a grin wide and bright, Sailed his paper ship through the living room's "ocean," a fantastical sight. The rain became a soundtrack, for their high-seas escapade, Dodging furniture islands, and battling with a grumpy-looking lampshade. By the time the rain subsided, and the sun peeked through the clouds, Johnny and his grandma, their laughter echoing loud, Had conquered stormy seas, and discovered hidden caves, All thanks to a rainy day, that turned them into creative braves. So remember, dear reader, when skies turn gray and weep, There's still room for adventure, and stories to keep. For even rain, with a little imagination's spark, Can turn a gloomy day, into a shining, joyful ark.