The Rainy Football Match

The coach's whistle cut through the air,

The football match started there.

As if right on cue,

The rain started pouring too.

Squishy, squashy the muddy ground,

Splilly, splashy the football sound.

We ran and ran behind the ball,

In every kick we gave it our all.

The sky turned from blue to dark,

The other team playing like a shark.

And we were drowning in the game,

Drenched by rain or with shame?

The spectators sitting on the stand,

Turned out to be our cheering band.

They applauding our every move,

We finally got into groove.

The curtains of the clouds were drawn,

But amidst them a rainbow was born.

That's when we scored the winning goal,

Both hearts and the cup we stole.

Under the sun our jerseys glistening,

With happiness our faces brimming.

The FIFA spirit alive in each,

And to a victorious end we reach.