Loud and thoughtless, rain thrashes
Making an entrance
No songs will be sung
Or Dances danced
Rain is in a mood tonight.
Why must it always be responsible for you?
To extinguish the fires, you set
To quench the thirst of parched grass
To nurture infant buds
Blossoming into colors of May
To create puddles for leaping frogs
Croaking their arrival
Along the jumping tiny humans
Why must rain soothe your aching soul?
To wash away the seasons gone by.
Tonight, the rain will fall
Like it has never
Drowning the walls, you have created.
Flooding the roads leading nowhere.
Misty & persistent, will blur the view.
Relentless & gray, with no promises for tomorrow.
Tonight rain is in no mood to quench your thirst
Sharp vertical spikes will destroy it all.
Drowning its pain in destruction.
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