Try again and again

The sun won’t let me come in 

It pushes me back when I come closer.

I see hot, drenched people

Being controlled by dictator sun.

The people see my big grey clouds 

But the sun sees them, she drags them away.

I would try and try again for victory until…

The sun was having her nap

I snuck around her, tiptoeing silently.

Once I past, I burst

Leaving small droplets to pile down

Onto the dehydrated, withered ground.

I did it, the sun wasn’t in control.

People danced and cheered around like crazy dogs

As they were smothered in droplets.

The sun didn’t come back,

At least not for a few days.