Downpourfall

As most of you know (and have somewhat witnessed on this blog), I like to write nearly anything. Blogs, lyrics, poetry, you name it. So, here is my latest (although not particularly recent) creation of poetical goodness.

Downpourfall

Rain turns up her nose
At the thirsty Field of dust
Even though the Old Rain knows
Field awaits Rain's muddy brush

'Won't you come down?' pleads the Field
'I promise you I will not drown
But Rain still refused to yield
To a simple patch of ground

Green crops! Field promises
And even rainbows, he begs
If only Rain was honest
For her, promises were dead

With a final screaming cry
Field begins to crack
Still Rain holds back her sky
Keeping exactly what Field lacks

Rain heaves a sigh for Field
But her sadness is not spent
For why should her tears be spilled
When she is perfectly content?

Rain leaves for another day
While Field remains in waste
But not too long for Field to say
'You go on, I'll wait'