The Laughing Rain

I heard the sound of the driving rain

Laughing against the wind.

Lovely it was and endless it seemed,

Until the lightning began.

Across the darkened sky above,

Below the flood did come.

It rose and rose and flowed beyond,

Until the thunder did tell,

And tell it did a story of old,

Of ancient times that time forgot,

Times of old that time would stop,

Until it did,

But it did not,

And it did not go,

It was not time as we had thought,

Because we thought only of what,

What we would do

If only we would,

We could, but

We should not,

As the laughing rain

Swallowed us

Up.

Jim Hime ©2013