Sudden Sparks of Poetry : my crazy whims of writing

**Rain**

Falling, endless falling of the small clear droplets.

The sky is grey and the earth is wet,

As droplets fall one after another.

The first sign of this beautiful occurrence,

A drop of water.

One by one they fall,

Like the gods are crying.

Just a slight mild tear drop from the heavens above.

Just a gentle down flow like a leaking tap,

Slow and little.

Then the gods above cry harder,

The heavens break into chaos.

The water gushes down like a waterfall.

Heavy and painfully on your skin.

The sky splits into two,

By a blinding light.

The heavens roar,

Their ear splitting clap.

As little kids hide under their tables,

Trembling, to frightened to move.

Babies cry, all hidden by the awful sound,

As mothers cradle them in their arms.

Then it all fades away.

The sky turns blue,

The gods are smiling again.

The heaven is calm.

No more water flows down.

The land is clear,

The waters cleansing the land,

Washing away all there was to fear.

The babies stop crying,

The children crawl out from under their tables,

All seems to be forgotten,

As the rain washes it all away.

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