Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse


It’s raining in Central Virginia.
It’s grey and everything’s wet.

No blue sky today in Virginia,
Just water is all we will get.


Percussions of patter, trickles of splatter,
A hundred, if thousand, rivulets.

The pounding and splatter of water on matter,
And water wets all that it hits.


Amazingly more is how rain clouds can store
In that bodice of diaphronous frame.

The weight of that water, which seems to ignore
All gravitous laws in that name.


For hours and hours all day it will pour
Out water as buckets of rain.

No matter the matter that Man may implore,
Only Nature can play at this game.




©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011


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