Worms in the Rain

On a rainy day, the worms come out to play,

To dance in the rain and slither away.

They leave their cozy homes underground,

And squirm along the wet, slippery ground.

Their little bodies wriggle and twist,

As they venture out, in search of a tryst.

For worms are not just slimy and gross,

They are also creatures with hearts and souls.

They may not have eyes, but they can feel,

The drops of rain that drench and heal.

They may not have legs, but they can move,

With a grace that we can only approve.

So let us marvel at the humble worm,

As it braves the rain and takes its turn,

To remind us that life can be simple and sweet,

And that even in the rain, there's joy to greet.