Rain Rain, Come what may Is what I had hoped and prayed Would come in May And it did, and how. There was a thunderous high And a dribbling low And the clouds, in all their majesty took a bow.
Trees fell as the earth soaked, And the thermometer croaked Under the strain of the drop in temperature and tempers. But the trees and the tiller, they were happy; They could now render a decent crop
But plans, already awry With COVID gory and an empty purse; They just got worse. as people became averse to stepping out into the pouring rain and adding to their Locked up pain! With masked wetness and PPE'd strain Isolation, the solution?
But secure inside, four walls and an overhead roof they celebrated, matching the thunderous applause of the clouds. It was proof that the Gods are listening thru the gauze that is our sinful weave..