The rain is falling……so hard,  so fast

hard to imagine that it won’t last

it soaks all it touches….,plants bow to the weight

of moisture on leaves,  tho’  for some,  is it too late?





Thors’ hammer is thundering…..sounding so near

grumbling and groaning, spreading it’s fear

Just as suddenly it’s over, the sun’s showing it’s face

through the dark clouds ….is this somehow a race?

or a competition to find the one who does best

at making us wonder what's coming next…..





Because the rain… it’s falling, so hard…. so fast

crying real tears?  has it somehow come last?