Rain


A butterfly was ensconced below a leaf
A rabbit, tucked away below the earth
A fruit fly merely fled beneath a stranger's hat
A fox hid in the trash, for all it was worth

The rain was coming; they all could tell
The sky was heavy and wide
An unbalanced cup of water, about to tip over
The inevitable spill; the sky sighed

Little feet scuttling for cover
Little drops, pitter-patter on the pavement
The sky is enraged it wails and protests
Light is held captive, the sun in enslavement

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