A little poem

I hate rain

The rain beats down the swollen waterfall
The water running faster than its hypothetical legs can carry it
The up stream struggle of the young salmon
Catching its breath before it gets caught
A change in wind direction highers the temperature slightly
But the rain still falls

It’s like falling down in lumps
Lumpy rain, wet and hard
If it gets colder, it will turn to icebergs
Falling on my head
I may concussion from the lumps
Lumps causing concussion

And then I may fall unconscious for at least ten days
I may suffer amnesia because of the lumpy rain
And I won’t know who I am
Did I ever know who I am or was?
I hate the rain for giving me
Short-term memory loss

I hope that I will forget the rain.

© Paula Whitfield