Too Much Rain Poem by Phil Soar

The way the rain was falling
t was like the sky was full
The grey and dank mysterious clouds
that make it so darn miserable
With water everywhere you look,
and overhead, more rain
It's almost just impossible
to not go quite insane

Reflected in the growing pools
the faces of the few
Struggling to hold back the swell
and wondering what to do
No sign of any let up
and no way to stop it falling
Could it be a sign of things to come
and nature that is calling
All the shots