Rain brings showers to cool the hot land Splash, splatter, drip music fills the air Little Yog jumps free in puddles anew Wet mud soaking clothes and red shoes   The party ends soon, he has to be confined again Rinse and clean hands, feet and face Clothes go soaking in the warm tub But everyone forgot the wet red shoes   School time, next morning Red shoes are still wet and muddy Mummy said, “No wet shoes to school” Yog heart breaks He collapses on the floor No other shoes in the world are right for school   There is rain again today, streaming down Yogs face The shoes crying…