As The Rain Falls. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

As the rain falls down heavily,
and washes everything away.
The dark sky brightens up
with flashes of lightening as if to say
"Hurry up, go on home, do not stay"
And as the water takes away the leaves and all the decay,
the shores are brimming full
and must be emptied without delay.

The trees are blowing fiercely and they sway.
Everything is wet and dreary including me.
My umbrella blows inside out
and then away, I see.

Of home I go or at least I try to.
I am blown from left to right as I cross the road.
The rain pelts down some more,
oh what a down pour.

Home at last, I take of my wet clothes.
A nice hot cup of tea should do the trick.
Looking out the window as the rain falls,
glad to be inside these four walls.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .