Wet Land Is Howling Poem by Daniel McDonagh

And I watch the trees sway in the breeze
and shine when covered in rain,
I see no hope of today being blessed
as the rain continues to beat down upon us.

Can I rest my weary eyes
that won’t rest for me to sleep,
I touch the window, it’s’ wet and cold,
the wind blows stronger as we get old.

Today has ended and I must depart
to find somewhere that’s bright with a warm heart,
the rain can only fall harder
as I see the downpour from over my shoulder.