Rain

Rain happens, if we're lucky.  For too many this year, there hasn't been enough.  For others, in the path of the various hurricanes, there has been too much.  At least too much at once.  We need it, but we need it to be spread out.  Another thing I've noticed is the lack of the gentle summer showers.  It seems now it's always thunder and lightening.  I remember back when, a shower would roll through and we could sit back and enjoy it, and it would rain for an hour or so and then stop.  Now when it blows through you have to worry about it taking the roof with it.  Everything changes, eh?  Well, it appears to change.  That's what the poem today is about, actually.  Rain that keeps coming, literally.

The rain

The rain has been falling for two days now
it is tired
It has been falling for an eternity
hit the ground, evaporate, hit the ground

If you think about the cycles
it's no wonder 
rain makes people feel down
it is, why shouldn't we?


Copyright 2010 Carl Thames