Faroe Rain, 1997by Elisabeth Hurley
Tinkling at the window
Tapping at the wall
The rhythm starts out slowly
As rain begins to fall
The sky begins to darken
The ground begins to spot
The leaves give way softly
As drips turn into drop
Now people look for shelter
To shield them from the sky
Pulling up their pants and skirts
They scurry right inside
Then puddles start to gather
And rivers begin to muster
The breezes start to blather
As winds turn into bluster
A heavy wall of water
Gushes down the street
The rain is crashing, thrashing down
And splashing up on beat
The thunder picks up tempo
from drumroll to drumbreak
And with a flash of lightning
Trees shiver, shimmy, and shake
And now with cymbols smashing
Storm gives her ending call
And with a great crescendo
Thus ends this mighty squall
The rain slows to a trickle
The river is just a sputter
The leaves are barely whistling now
in a wind that's just a mutter
And as the sun begins to peak
And drips begin to dry
People run outside to see
A rainbow in the sky
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