Let It Rain Poem by Joe Rosochacki

“Seems it never rains in southern California
Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before
It never rains in California, but girl don't they warn ya
It pours, man it pours.”


Southern California needs rain, lots of it.
The fires, there are three of them,
are about to combine together,
Make a super-fire that can destroy all,
Unless it is conquered by the weather.

They government has dispatched eight hundred Marines,
To fight fires that covers hundreds of thousand and plus acre,
Nice token event but hardly worthwhile,
I have a deep respect for the Corp but I still say;
- that mother nature,
Has to have the final say,
it is only rain that can save southern California,
From being a trash pile.

What they should do is hire all the Greek waiters in the world,
Arm with all the lemons they could hold,
At turn them on to the fires that will be,
For it is the waiters that to put out flames on unending Saganaki,
For Heaven's sake
Only when the rain hits there are going to be mudslides,
All the homes that were not destroyed by fire could be destroyed rain,
All the homes that aren’t destroyed by rain,
Will be destroyed by a earthquake.

I pray for them in my house in east Texas in Cumby,
Not the glitter of city light,
Nor the ocean side would where I want to be,
All I want is to be next to Judy, my wife,
Not constantly to be worry about life and endless fright.

(10-23-07)