Rain Meets Whiskers

When rain falls from the sky up high,

It paints the world in shades of gray.

But for cats, it's a chance to fly,

And dance in puddles all day.

Their whiskers twitch as drops descend,

And they jump with playful glee.

Rainwater becomes their friend,

As they splash with wild intensity.

With paws that paddle and tails that wag,

They frolic without a care.

Their fur becomes a sodden rag,

But they never pause or despair.

For rain is joy, and cats are free,

A perfect match that's meant to be.

As they roll and tumble in the wet,

Their spirits rise with every step.

So let the rain come, and let the cats play,

For they bring us joy on a dreary day.