The Men

Water poured out of the crevice,
like the ocean surrounding the nevus.
Men were gambling all night,
they went outside, looked up, and witnessed a miraculous sight.
The men wrote a story,
in order to gain fame and glory.
People thought these men were crazy,
because their minds were oh so hazy.
Their children played with a toy,
which filled them up with joy.
Rainwater could be heard from miles away,
children hoping it would stay.
Oh as the children would cry as the rain left,
it was almost a witty theft.
As the children grew, the men started to die,
floating high above high.
As the meadowlark chirped the children sang,
along with the death, along with the rain.