Hail to the Rain

Rain falls as ice
plummeting.
Plummeting.
"To the death!"
they cry as they fall.
Fall.
Fall.

Hail.

Some Like it Hot

Some like it hot,
I like it not.
The rains have come
the clouds roll in
why, oh why am I
cooped up in a
windowless room?

Fall is here! It screams with joy.
The world falls into slow decay
awaiting a horrid rebirth
of pollen-filled contamination.

Alas I am too busy
to observe this most
favourite time of year.

Don't eat the windy mushroom

Wind and rain
howl about
bringing whispers
of days to come.

Which witches will
snitch your stitches
and leave you
in the cold?

Oh my! A black
cat, clawing his
way up my back.
Ow.

A cauldron! It bubbles
with eye of newt
and spleen of rat.
Yummy!

Man, that's the
last time I eat
a mushroom
the winds bring me.

Rain Cometh

Sweet rain,
come down,
down tomorrow,
and chill our
mortal bones.