Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Rain

Gentle, soaking rain
Falling on the swollen fields
Puddles on the grain
Washing, drowning, future yields
Filled up riverbeds
Flowing down to wreck and steal
Slow disaster creeps
Curs-ed rain with no appeal.

3 comments:

Lone Wolf said...

A cold, short summer,
that's what they said.
It couldn't be dumber,
through the lake we tread.
It's quiet the same
Where I come from,
I know how you feel
it drowned my plums... :(

raven eli said...

yes, it has rained all day today, kinda makes me sad

W.B. Picklesworth said...

LW, I weep for your plums. Which ties in with RE's sentiments.