The Morning Rain

The morning rain's patter comes in waves against my
Home and rattles at the panes ignoring all.
Engorging streams to rivers and swelling banks;
Marking all the flood lines on the wall.

Ordinary cares are cast aside now, as more
Rainfall bleeds into the growing day.
Nothing seems to stem the tide from heaven;
In hours grids and gullies wash away.

Now the downpour spills over to evening,
Growing darker, gathering its strength.
Rounding up it's thunderheads and lightning;
A lesson in determined persistance.

In England's fair and pleasant land all that I nurture
Now lost amongst the flooded works of mother nature

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