Canvas of clouds 💧

Running betwixt a little rapid ripple creating a visual water stain

As if flows furiously fast then it stops suddenly within a wax and a wane

Looking just like a lovers teardrop from a melancholy pain..
 
Is this first drip-drop the beginning of a down pour?

That uninviting canvas of clouds suggest that there may well be some more 

Blast and blitherations coz yon dampness disturbs the pollen that has settled on the ground, making my allergic eyes sore

Yet looking on the brighter side of life, it saves me watering my hanging baskets and strawberry plants, so I have not got that regular, routine chore..

Wow but that single drop of rain has been washed away with a severe sliver

As the heavens up above has split opened and it is now pouring down like a rapid, running river

Torrentially teeming, with all the mustered strength that good old Mother nature can possibly deliver 

Yet what on earth would we do if it never rained at all, so fortunately on  this lazy Sunday afternoon, me, myself and everybody else will understandably forgive her…