My poem about Rain

Precipitation

Flows
Roughly
Finely

Tiny drops
Monstrous drops
Cascade to your tongue
Head
Hand
Back
Feet

Burnt sky above

Sing
Human
Sing
Rejoice
For Ireland's common treat
Now is yours

Not for long
It will pass

SOON

Look at your reflection
In that pool of water

Happy

Until the torrent
abruptly ceases
to proceed

Do not fret

Now out is
Many strips of color
One side of the Earth to another

Look a pot of

Gold

Wee emerald men laughing
With you

Dance with them
Until the daylight disappears with
Little girl's bows
Scarlet
Golden
Eggplant
Tan

Dark Sun


Gone



Long Gone