It was one of those bad weather days You know the stormy, flying monkey type Where you end up chasing garbage cans And watching the world wash down the pipe
The trees were whipping everywhere Dropping branches, clipping wires They were also downing hydro poles Cutting power, starting fires
The rain ripped like small razors The hail sandblasted exposed skin The sewers swallowed slowly They could not let the rain come in
My windows shook like aspic Distorting all I saw outside My house was all in darkness Time to hunker for the ride
The clouds moved like a time delay Three days compressed all into one They circled and came back again They blocked out all hope of sun
I thought of Margaret Hamilton Flying above the world of Oz It was just a random thought I had Just an image, just because
My yard was now a shallow lake The ground could not absorb the rain It would break for a few minutes Gather up and start again
Each storm it seems is harsher Than the last one to come through I have even thought that I should Gather animals in pairs of two
At the end of every rain storm I was taught to look and find A rainbow in the distance A light diffraction in my mind
I went to my front window Looked and saw one in the sky At the end there'd be a leprachaun with gold a mile high
I watched the news that evening saw the damage that was made And at the end of my storms rainbow They showed a PRIDE parade.