Soggy Feet

And the rains came,
They came and stayed
And washed away
The traces of sad faces,
The remnants of apathy,
Rains of epic notoriety,
Gone down now in infamy,
Falling, dropping hard and soft,
Pelting, driving, misting, gathering
In deep, muddied pools
On streets and stoops and
Grassy fields, unyielding rains.

That first Spring exploded into green,
But by early Summer, towns were drowning,
Overtaken by torrents, weeping,
Gnashing of teeth, people of
The wet, besodden, downtrodden,
No longer awed by the power,
But beaten down, by the steady
Drumbeats of the rains.

Skies cracked open hopelessly,
Eyes cast heavenward helplessly,
All became pale, muted,
Dulled, lulled, a quiet hush
Of collective despair.  Where
Once stood houses and roads,
Now rivers and lakes and
Deepening seas with great swells.

And still they came, Gods wept,
The rains, they stayed forever and a day,
Cleansing land of human handiwork,
Sweeping off the planet man's
Futile attempts at permanence.
Summer to Fall to Winter to Spring again,
Never relenting, the rains.

And still it rains, those who remain
Stay to say they saw the day
The Sun came back to us.
Every new morning of grey,
And still they say...
...one day...