I had wanted to write a poem about rain for a while, but I had trouble saying anything original about it. Anyway, I started this one Friday about the rain that day.
Rain 6/4/2010
The mighty, mighty water got its orders straight from Jove,
And every single raindrop knew its mission as it dove.
A bold and fearless paratrooper dropping to the ground,
It pulled no cord to stop its fall, forever earthward-bound.
It fell with fierce ferocity to break apart the earth,
To show the mettle of the dirt and render up its worth.
A billion-fold these minions flew and thundered through the air.
They scattered men and women both, and lay the landscape bare.
The onslaught was a hopeless charge that could not last for long,
The roar died down, succumbing back to Robin's cheerful song.
So Jove gave up, and showed himself to bear no earthly sting.
He forfeited his powers and surrendered them to Spring.