Just a little rain
I tremble at the thought of another storm I wonder if it will be fierce and quick Never see the direction it is from Or a slow, steady, continuous drip Each way can ruin the nourished land With a peculiar way to strike One most silent and the other grand Trying to overtake the dike The clouds open in hatred and fury Boisterous, malevolent, cutting with spite The land stands and takes it bravely For it is ... it's birthright! The monotonous drizzle does the same But it is shrewd and calculating Some would say "it's just a little rain" No doubt the best at manipulating You can use your lightning torch And your subtle swooning waves This tough layer you can't scorch Or even begin to scathe! I will stand watch and prepare for both My plans you can not foil To myself a solemn, ardent oath You won't erode my soil ~Tina McNeill