Fickle Rain© Poem by Roann Mendriq

The flippant rain is fickle, fey
changing with each careless breath;
to turn a pleasant monsoon day,
into a time of tears and death.

One moment soft and sweetly gentle,
each drop a fleeting, tender kiss;
demure, coy and sentimental,
The perfect chance to reminisce!

Then all at once, a fearsome burst
of temper drenched with vicious rage;
The helpless earth is trapped, coerced
confined within a dripping cage.

As she settles ancient scores,
Me, I think I'll stay indoors...!
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