Near and Far

puddles, puddles everywhere

the sky drains onto the ground

with whipping winds it rips right through

and makes an awful sound

the clouds wring themselves dry

making the ocean boil with anger

if only we knew a “stop rain” dance

it might make life less filled with danger

the mighty men, their stories told

how briefly they stay in the news

once life and limb have been secured

and animals are gathered in twos

we can’t imagine unless we live it

how disheartening the storms truly are

we can only say our prayers

and hope for the best, both near and far