Just finished “Our Town” by Thornton Wilder. Best play ever.
Rain does not care if any-one dies.
It will still lumber on, darken the skies
Despite the occurrences happening below
Rain will never remorse a human woe.
A darkened sky holds no painful weight
It merely falls and lets fall, while you contemplate
Its presence. Stringing meaning on vapor
Vagabond or holy, it shows no favor
Dead or alive, Rain needs you not
Slumber or working, it waters the plot
Rain just means rain,
Its just what you see,
Rain is what makes good poetry.