"Frogs Chirping After the Rain"
The baby curled up quietly on the couch
Looking out the window in horror at the thunder
Mom came home
Mom walked in a messy mess
Lips squirm slightly
How dark it was outside the big noon store
Frogs lie in the park pool
Eyes widened strangely
Only a vague glimpse of the rows of grids that suddenly lit up in the city
Night is the sister of day
Often walked to the wrong room
Summer is in the living room
The mood of the small town is very hot
The sewers are also too lazy to nag
Air like compressed biscuits
Only frogs like to sing
The little tadpole found its mother
A child with a mother is a treasure