Patter patter goes the rain,

Scribble scribble goes the pen.

I stare out the window,

Unsure what I'm waiting for.

I hear the sound of the truck,

The ice cream truck.

That's what I'm waiting for,

The delicious ice cream I wait for.

I get out of the house,

Walking towards the sound.

But when I get there,

I only see the road and nothing else.

Where has it gone?