Rainy

Last summer, I wrote a poem while in Alaska, and I thought why not keep it online?

(August, 2021)

Rainy, rainy, wet and rainy
Dreary is this sky
So gray, oh what a shamey
It makes me want to cry

First pitter-patter, then spitter-spatter
Hail the cool drops from on high
Drip, drip, the wet beads chatter
We are the waters come dropping by.

Then muddy pond, this muddy muddle
That soggy flat ripples in the pour
A car goes by, steps in the puddle
The soak and splash for me a chore

In times like these, in pleas I ask
Who is thirsting for this old spray?
And in weather so, had I no task
I'd rest inside -- away from rainy day.