Even though the sky was clear
I had this present fear,
That the skies would open
And cause all this rain – like ink from a pen.
You cannot explain
Why it causes pain
To see a river flood,
Or see the rain drops like blue blood.
The thunder claps,
And the wind shakes all the tarp flaps.
The clear sky – is really treachery
Since it always holds a mystery.
If the sky is clear and blue
Then the rain is just waiting – on cue
It will pour down in a trench
Making you day such a rush