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