The Rain

I hear leaves drinking rain;

I hear rich leaves on top

Giving the poor beneath:

Drop after drop;

'It's sweet noise to hear,

This leaves drinking rain near.

And when the sun comes out,

After this Rain shall stop,

A wonderful light will fill

Each dark round drop;

I hope the sun shines bright

'twill be a lovely sight.

I see children going on a hike,

Telling their parents so let's take a ride,

Taking the fun of the rainy season,

Why do we get scoldings without any reason?