dripping sky

a whimsy cluster of words for the dublin rains
published: (updated: by Harshvardhan J. Pandit
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round and round, all the way in,
from circles to spirals they begin,
dark and dark, filled to the brim,
rolling across, under, and within;

fast and fast, across the sky,
gone in the blink of the eye,
cold and cold, being so spry,
until it remains no longer dry;

drop and drop, they fall down,
until the sky has a breakdown,
roar and roar, all around,
water everywhere to drown;

tick and tock, goes the clock,
no birds flying above in a flock,
knock and knock, open doors,
people emerge from the stores;

splish and splash, the water sprays,
as the sky parts with sunshine rays,
gaze and gaze, all eyes raise,
as the rainbow lingers and stays;