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