Pouring Rain Poem by Phil Soar
Pouring Rain
The rain lashed down with hatred in its eye
Like a raging river freed, after winters icy grip
And bouncing of the surface of the racing cars
Relentlessly pounding everything with incessant drips
And after passing through and moving on its way
The flooded plains and water stains remained as lakes
Stretching miles and miles and dampening spirits
But taking pleasure from the finished mess it makes
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5/7/2024 11:55:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The torrents of rain bring in its wake a lot of undesirable things which make the surroundings messy and life out of gear. The poem creates a perfect picture under these weather conditions.