Heavy Rain Poem by Phillip HendyDavies

Tonight the rain started falling softly onto the caravan roof
Like very small horses pitter-pattering with their elfin hooves
It slowly grew in intensity to a herd of wild mustangs stampeding across the plains
Until at last it became the noise of battle, like the charge of the Light Brigade with big war horses tugging at their reins
Eventually it deadened to a distant carthorse sort of sound
And finally it became a gentle clip-clop of a horse and cart walking slowly on it's daily milk round.