Rain Poem by Mark Meck

Rain rain rain
Come down and water my garden
Fill the drain and flood the stream
Flood the stream that floods the river
Flood the river that floods the sea
And see all treasures wash ashore.
Oh, let me choose a fork,
I have a hole to dig and plants to sow
And see them grow in rows of green
To feed us all and make us grow.

Rain rain rain
Come down with clatter on my roof
Fill the gutters and sweep the dust
Dust on plants will make them sick.
Oh, please rain I pray
Don't pour and pull down the shacks
Spare my friends from your cold and drench
Till above their heads they have a roof
And a garden we can help them tend
With treasures of tools washed ashore!