Our Soggy Kingdom

The Heavens spill, and Earth replies—
A silver hush, no alibis.
The park, deserted, yet alive,
Our private realm, where joys arrive.

The puddles bloom, a sudden sea—
A playground vast for paws and me.
The sodden sands, a treasure yields,
A ball misplaced in empty fields.

The air is thick, the world serene,
A city cloaked in quiet sheen.
The rain is ours, the moment clear,
No crowds to press, no sounds to hear.

Let others scorn the stormy days,
We’ll take the park, its secret ways.
For in the rain, we’re kings, unbound—
Our soggy joy the only sound.