Laying in bed listening
to the pit pat on the roof
it's raining again not heavy but not
light either, just a steady down pour
to see the water rushing down the gutter
on the road at a raging pace
who will win the great race to
the creek, stream and then it starts
all over again racing towards the ocean
not the little drop it used to be
but a raging force that can
be damaging when it is mad like a monster
destorying everything in its path moving tall heavy things like they are nothing weightless
destorying and flooding everything in its path without a second thought.