And there it was ...

A rain which tossed

Buckets which poured

Moisture now adored



For the water will

Bring well to a fill

And the pressure does

Cause water to pass



Through pipes to flow

Out of taps as it goes

And so this binge ends

As we do make amends



And avail ourselves

Of water in a shell

As thunder booms

And more rain looms



So this shall be

The last of these

As I do now end

The flow of my pen



- Tristram