It’s been raining here for two whole days, so I thought it was only fitting that I write about rain. Since I’m in a poetic mood, I decided I’d give myself a little workout and do one haiku, one cinquain, and one simple iambic pentameter verse about that subject.
HAIKU
Everything is gray.
Rain hanging like a curtain.
No sun peeping in.
CINQUAIN
Raining!
Again today!
I just have to complain:
All is gray and wet and dreary!
Boring!
IAMBIC PENTAMETER VERSE
Another boring day of endless rain.
We don’t need this much water every day.
Sunshine is now a fading memory.
The birds won’t even come out now to play.
I know some tribes have dances that they do
To bring the rain when grounds are parched and bare.
I wonder if there is another dance
To end the rain and turn the weather fair.
The Happy Wordcrafter 
Trust the weather is better now. We had a bad storm last night, but today was beautiful. There is tomorrow to hope for a “rainless” day. [Providing the Lord doesn’t return, but if He does, you won’t be worried about rain. You will be in His Presence.]
Oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful if He did return today!! Or even tomorrow!! I keep hinting strongly to Him that it seems past time to me. What I generally say is, “Please remember that even though for You a thousand years is as one day, for us a thousand years is really a thousand years.” So far I can’t say that He’s been impressed with my logic. 🙂 🙂 🙂
Your logic sounds good to me, but…….