Y'All Gettin Rain
I heard that there was rain
over your way...
a downpour.
Cats and dogs tumbling
from the sky,
dropping into pools of blood
onto the pavement
just beneath your window---
the likes of which,
never been seen round your parts!
Grandma says that
when it rains like that,
"Gawd's workin".
And we must sit still
and quiet, til
He's done.
We gotta know that the
Thunder's His voice---Lightenin's
His will. The Rain...it's His Equalizer.
For, wet cats and dogs smell the same.
So, I called cause I heard of your worry.
And because I know that you could never stand the sight of blood.
But, truly, I don't understand all of the concern.
It rains like that all the time
here in Harlem.
Copyright © Carol Bowen-Davis | Year Posted 2019
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