It’s raining outside as predictably known
How did they know?
Does rain have a cell phone?
There are no surprise hail storms or uncertain dry season
It’s all calculated with logic and reason.
Thermometers and wind chill, all forecasted for you
We call this a witch doctor and magic and voodoo.
But it’s raining outside as predictably known
The American witch doctor with a rain cell phone.
No running outside when it finally falls
Power lines down and so it never calls.
No standing outside as it falls on your face,
The earth soaks it in and savors that taste,
The smell of raw dirt kicked up by its wake
Tink Tink on the tin roof as I lay awake.
But it’s raining outside and that’s a fact,
The evening weather man has the inside track.
Heather A.
2/2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
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1 comment:
Great poem....does rain has cell phone hahhaha
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