When a light rain began to fall The afternoon shone with happiness. What a welcome change! The schoolchildren couldn’t stop laughing. They whistled, they jumped, they ran… A thin blouse Looking pale and sickly (She looked like their headmistress Who knew every student in the school) Shouted from a corner in the park, ‘Don’t go out in the rain. You’ll catch your death of cold.’
One VIP died yesterday. May he rest in peace, they prayed For they got a school holiday As a mark of respect to the departed soul. No rain No thin blouse, A headmistress look-alike Nothing could dampen their spirits.
The rain poured down now. They got out of the park, The lot of worriers! The schoolchildren played with a ball In the rain of May.
I tried to make few concluding remarks, ‘In conclusion, I would like to …’, I began But my wife cut in and said, ‘No. How can you come to an end? Why, you have not said anything! You have not said Why the schoolchildren played with a ball In the rain, Why they were happy.’ I think I was lost in thought – ‘Life develops into a tragic story with age. How I wish The rainy afternoon could be rounded off Could be rounded off With a happy note To last us the whole night ahead And perhaps the next day.