Rain Again

I get tired of the rain.

Those dark gray dreary days remain
 riding in on wind swept storms 
 humping every tree too high
and the branches drop low and forlorn
 in the once effervescent sky.

Here it comes again. 
 wildly galloping in
 a full all drenching gully washer din
where neither bird nor woodland creature dare
 peek out into the random percolating howling blare.

The saturated grass
 stunted growth from the summer blast
 too soon, spring and summer pass
and all left behind
 is a flood of mud and grime.

I get tired of the rain.

rainrhyme

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