Poem

Rain. A welcomed friend. The water that nourishes the land. Bouncing off the tin roof with a splat Oh how she loves it.

Rain. Drumming onto the hoods of cars. Flooded highways, skidding tires. Tangled Metal, Blaring Sirens, A deafening silence. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The panic sets in. An engine slows. Her car pulls over to the side of the road. One. Two. Three. Deep breaths the driver takes to calm her nerves <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%; text-align: center;">the feeling of spiders crawling over skin sets in. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%; text-align: center;">It prevents her from traveling forward, <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%; text-align: center;">It stops her from moving on.

<span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%; text-align: center;">Rain. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%; text-align: center;">An unwanted visitor <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%; text-align: center;">The water that erodes the earth, <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%; text-align: center;">Beating onto the weathered rooftops. <span style="display: block; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,sans-serif; font-size: 110%; text-align: center;">She really hates the rain.