When It Rains

When it rains I look through my window at the star on the night sky without them, it would have been like being blind and I would have to look at the petrol station up the road it is painted green and is not a wonder of architect wonder. Sometimes rain heavy clouds block the stars, I like rain it is needed, but not when it falls on me. I walked in a night forest in the rain, looking for a lake that has an inner glow from there I could find my way home as the battery of my flashlight had gone. I know what the animals snug in their burrows was thinking what is this thundering fool doing here? A rabbit said he is looking for a lake to cure his heartache. We can understand that a fox said hadn´t it been raining I would have guided him with that the other animals fell about laughing.