When It Rains

Tue, 07/23/2013 - 16:56 -- Splitz


Down, down, down, the rain pours down

Her majesty, the sky, puts on her dull gray gown

Thunder, the flirt, tests his highness’s will

Lightning, the jester, silently enjoys the thrill

Earth, her husband, sulks down low

Angry, he commands the wind to blow

The peasants in the kingdom witness this in dismay

The royalty of the palace have begun their childish play



I wrote this poem about two or three years ago when I was going through an obssesion with children books and Nursery Rhymes and their origins. I wanted to write one my self and started two, but then I got distracted and started a poem instead. At first my ownly purpose was to write something that sounded good and others would want to read, but then i really got into and started messing around with ideas. I;m not gonna say anything about the meaning of this poem, because I am a firm believer that when one writes a poem, it is the reader who decides what it means to them.

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