To the Glory of God,
To Gwyneth with Love.
The rain comes down in sheets
It seems to create men who stand or those in seats
There is little chance of sweaty teeth
Overwhelming power is what we meet
Rain falls as if to wash away the color
It doesn’t matter if the design has allure
The devil’s mask falls away in the drama
Beyond that dancing for rain takes stamina
A man standing alone on the seashore
A rock outcropping stands with lore
Time sees a cane in a hat
Yet it always tests where eternity began and sat
We drink water for pleasure and life
Tiny landscapes and huge with rife
They could be submerged like a coral reef
Or washed and eroded as simple as a leaf
An astronaut floating over the moon
He would die of thirst none too soon
His visor, his body his very being
There is no escaping the power of rain such a fang
Chemicals are in our body better or worse
Any simple imbalance would kill a horse
How many people die from a lack of water?
Psych ward, cancer care, we should know better
The rain will get the last answer
Highly advanced machines will banter
As much as we are high on ourselves
The rain and the weather compete with what sells
As many people sit around a table and plan
Women or men and genius try to stand
As far as back in time as we might
It takes a sabo to make us look slight
We have good intentions thwarted by among us
Yet the power of rain tells us someone buggers us
Soon all vehicles will all be boats, cars, planes and bus
Children will always play in the puddles fun or cuss
One rain drop could drown an ant
Leaves will always find us that we can’t
Compromise the environment or the climate
We see it coming that the cities are not really in our mitt
In Africa there is the grand expense of the veldt
If the rain didn’t come little would know how it felt
To survive to next year fighting in the dust
Brothers fighting just to get what they must
How many metaphors make us look down on life?
How will we see our life blood and our strife?
The starfish is very foreign and beautiful
Yet, we trivialize the poetry that is reverential
A cheetah runs straight towards the camera
Yet, like us the blood will not last for our stamina
All mammals are mostly water
And the beauty of water goes pitter patter
The mist the downpour the drizzle
We see the sunrise the sunset the sizzle
Rainbows afterwards in the cloud
Our hearts beats and we hear the thunder loud
It seems so simple to turn on the tap
The ones who buy guns I call a sap
People will fight for the smallest touch
They can’t see being run over a millions too much
Watching people swim and bathe in the Ganges
Putting aside the pollution in the river will become seas
Divine sights around the planet
We just can’t accept that we must plan it
The beauty of hearing and watching the rain
We can’t be true all the warnings all the same
Even the smell of water on the breeze
Makes us feel loved like children with such ease
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