Rain in the School

Rain taps softly on classroom glass,

Like nature’s quiet spelling class.

Puddles form in the playground space,

Children dart with soaked-up grace.

Books are damp with dreamy thought,

As thunder hums what clouds have brought.

Teachers pause as drops descend,

A chalkboard mist begins to blend.

Lunch turns into drizzled fun,

With muddy shoes and races run.

The bell rings loud through pouring skies,

While umbrellas bloom like butterflies.

Notes forgotten in soggy bags,

Ink smeared in poetic drags.

Whispers float on puddle streams,

Rain turns math into soft daydreams.

Windows blur with misty art,

Every splash a beating heart.

Lessons drift on rhythmic sound,

Where storm and joy are schoolyard-bound.

Don  Bormon is a student of grade ten in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.