Random Poetry

Rain

Rain

It patters and it pounds

Upon the soggy mounds

Of dark diluted grass

With dirt mixed in at mass

It slashes across my roof

Highlighting every proof

Of its wet outside existence

Not meeting any resistance

It drizzles and it pops

Throwing gentle water drops

And washing up the city

To keep it neat and pretty

It showers everyone

Til conscience says it's done

And then it moves away

To let the sunshine stay

At once the air is clean

And greenery grows green

The kids come out to play

Til weather has its say