Rain

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011

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