04/05/2025
Ode to April Showers
By a Very Bummed-Out 10-
Year-Old
Oh April rain, you traitor sky, You made me leave my glove inside.
One more inning—that's all we'd need!
But now it's puddles, mud, and weeds.
My cleats sit lonely by the door, My bat is bored, my jersey sore From never sliding, stealing
base—
You soaked the whole dang place.
You came with clouds, all gray and loud,
No warning sign, no sorry cloud!
Just thunder like a stomping boot—
Then boom! The coach said,
"That's it. Scoot."
I practiced pitching every day, My curveball finally went halfway!
And Jimmy brought his lucky socks—
But now we're stuck inside like rocks.
You think you're pretty, don't you, rain?
All soft and drippy on the pane.
Well guess what? No one likes your drip
When l've been dying for a hit!
Maybe you're great for watering lawns,
Or rinsing worms off driveways' dawns.
But I had plans, big ones, it's
true-
And honestly, April Showers...
Nuts to you.
