The rain

This is a poem of rain... When I was bored in a restaurant, waiting for my food to come, I thought what I should do. When, DING, DING, DING, DING, DING! I just saw the paper and pen and started writing this:

I was in the middle, waiting for someone to be here. 

So I  started fiddle just a little until I started to fear... 

a rain rained, and as I watched the water drain, 

my pet was now wet, and have to go to the vet. 

As I walked home, all alone, as I stepped into a rain puddle,

I started to huddle like a cuddle...!