Raindrop bombs

Dark clouds gathering

Fully armed with raindrop bombs

Ready to attack.



Down below, people

Are ready with their weapons;

Raincoats, umbrellas.



The thunder's deep voice

Announces the commencement

Of the forecast war.



Down below, worry

Is tatooed on every face;

Walking speeds increase.



"Fire!" shouts the wind

And the command is obeyed;

Raindrop bombs are dropped.



Down below, raindrops

abound inspite of weapons.

Nature's the victor.

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running_with_rabbits's picture

:)

this is exactly how we treat the rain, it is like we are all made of sugar :) what a fun poem!


Much Love

Ashley