RAIN

Moving still pictures of gloomy clouds

Ever taking shape and deforming yet again;

Giant streaks of light flashing across the brooding sky

As the clash of two giant swords,

Heralding the drums of battle,

Beating like the rumblings of the Empty stomach of a hungry god in the heavens above;

Fine envelopes of whispering winds

Brushing across the land,

Engaging the leaves in a melodious dance.

Gloom approaches;

The rabbits scamper to their burrows

The birds to their nests.

Oh you human, hasten to your shelters,

Or gird yourself with a shield of impermeable cloth above your head;

For the sky weeps,

Caged up for a month of Sundays.

Here comes its sweet-smelling tears

Of cold little rolled-up droplets,

Beating across the rooftops in anger

Of the puny mortals' domain.

It's a roaring shower

Here comes the season of rain.