Seething Rain

Seething rain
Why do you bury your claws in my back?

You pelt my head with stones
Rot my feet in brine

You rust my car
Destroy my wood

You feed on my dry
Run on my wet
You dribble and spit all over everything I own.
Why can’t you stop?

The plants aren’t growing—they’re drowning.

Wicked, evil thing, you—rain
Go back from whence you came!

Let me weep
My own tears
Let me create
My own rain

I have enough
I don’t need you
Go to a parched land
Seethe there again

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