I heard a loud pelting of rain at the door
Like as if I had never heard rain fall before,
Curious then I had to go see
But no sense could I make of what waited for me
They were frogs in a circle, a mound and a heap
Dark damp shapes all squirming  and some of them leaped
I stood and I wondered then the lady next door
Came to see why I looked and she told me some more
“Where could they have come from?” I asked in surprise
“From up there, they come often” she raised up her eyes
And I saw that she meant they had come from the skies