“It keeps on raining, the weather gods having a field day apparently, pouring more and more of the stuff on us“ Gun Roswell
Another bout of rain
Yeah, it rains on the plains
Just like the ole song says
Too much is too much and as feeling such
I am writing this, stuff
A complaint of sorts
To those powers that be high above
As to the why pour onto us
The amounts of rain as you see
We have had enough!
The rain pour becoming reminiscent
Of the biblical proportions of the past
And we don’t know how to build an arc
At least not one taking us very far
The drains filled with water
The pots and pans the same
And who is to blame?
Guess us, we, ourselves?
Only I blame the weather gods
It’s so much simpler and easier