You must not make a Plaything of the rain.
“You must not make a plaything of the rain”.
I heard a father say this to his toddler.
“How odd,” I thought.
Toddlers make playthings
Of anything and everything.
How do you stop them?
A toddlers’ world is wonderful,
Everything is seen for the first time,
Is so amazing.
When the notice the tiniest of insects,
When they taste, the fattest of worms.
The adventure of seeing darkness,
Seeing the silver moon and stars.
They delight of a warm bath.
To help Mummy at the sink.
But, nothing compares to:
Putting your wellies on,
To jump in the mud,
To splash in the puddles,
Twirling your new umbrella.
Making a plaything of the Rain.
NOTE: Poem based on the last line of:
Mervyn Morris poem “Little Boy Crying”
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