Drip Drip Drop

Today's poem is about an aspect of weather, while using rhyme and lines of relatively even length.  

Drip Drip Drop
By Candace Shultz

In the distance, I can hear thunder rumble,
Which makes my son begin to grumble.
He hates it when the storms begin.
It makes him tremble from within.
God is just bowling, I sometimes say
As the clouds in the sky begin to gray.
The rain pitter patters on our roof above
And the wind blows harder without love,
So I sing a little song to calm my son down:
Drip drip drop, rain is falling on our town.
Drip drip drop, rain is falling on my head.
Drip drip drop, rain is falling on my bed.
Drip drip drop, my son sings too,
And just like that, the sky is blue.