The rain is falling, so hard, so fast
You can’t imagine that it won’t last
It soaks all it touches, plants bow to the weight
Of moisture on leaves, but 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?
Because the rain… it’s falling, so hard…. so fast
Reminds me of tears, did it somehow come last?
LadyP © 2010