Drip,

drop.

Drip,

drop.

When do you think this will ever stop?

Tick,

tock.

Tick,

tock.

The hand moves slow upon the clock.

The rain falls down,

squisk, squash.

It hits the ground,

spilsh, splosh.

The rain just seems to keep on going,

a constant rhythm to and froing.

I don't want to spend all my day,

stuck indoors wasting away.

Looking outside there's not much to see.

Only a dream of where I'd rather be.

The windows with droplets grasping the glass,

the symbol of my hope for this day to pass.

Tick. Tock. Tick. tock.

When will the sun come back again?

Like a lion creeping out of its den.

I want to feel the warmth on my face.

That I get from the sun, not stuck in this place.

I slowly count the seconds in my head.

As I stay awake, lying in bed.

One, drip.

Two, drop.

Three, tick.

Four, tock.

Five, squish.

Six, squash.

Seven, splish.

Eight, splosh.

Drip.

Drop.