Rainfall ❤️

Rain affects everything. We love it when we’re feeling lazy. We curse it when it ruins our plans. We fear it when it comes with violent winds. And it makes a powerful metaphor.
it rained and it rained and rained and rained
The average fall was Well Maintained
And when the tracks were simply bogs
It started raining cats and dogs.
After a drought of half an hour
We had a mist infrating shover
And then the mast curious thing of all
A gentle rain began to fall.
Next day Nos alie fairly dry
Save for the deluge from the sky
Which wetted the party to the shin
And after that the rain set in.


I loved the rain, i never knew how to tell it
to anyone who asked, never knew where in
the story to start telling why the wind
made me feel nostalgic, why the cold
breeze always seemed to make slumber
blissful, or why my eyes always seemed
damp, but I loved the rain only second to
my mother.
She loved to tell the stories of how she
was born on a rainy day, and in all her long
days and many ailments that took sleep
from her, rainy days always managed to
put her to sleep. So it didn't come so much
as a surprise when she died on a rainy
night neither did the down pour at her
funeral.
She loved the rain, and now when it rains,
like the earth, my eyes have water in them.