Rainy Fridays

The first Friday night it rained

I couldn't play, but you did

So I just watched you hop around

And laughed as the ball hit your head…

The next Friday night it rained

I played fiercely, running and sweating

But still I watched you hop around

And laughed as the ball hit the hoop…

Last Friday night it rained

I couldn't play, and you weren't there

I thought I'd watch you hop around

But just laughed as the balls flew all over…

If tonight it had rained

Neither of us would have played

I wouldn't have watched you hop around

Or laughed as the ball hit my head…

But still it would've been a nicer goodbye

Than a glance through the closed windows.

A/n: Jesus, I just find out I DON'T suck at writing poetry in English!