It's raining ... It's raining

By Renton de Alwis

Still to rain a cat or a dog, 
yet,
"It's raining cats and dogs."

English,
strange as it is
is the Bard's language.
He gave life
to Romeo et Juliet
to kill them both
again and again.
Othello
the dark prince
again to kill him.
Desdemona and many more
left in eternal doubt.
'To be or not to be'
a prince, yet again
Hamlet, foul deeds.
Dreams dreamt
in mid-summer
cold winters.
Of lords, serfs,
kings, queens
sons, daughters
and lovers
slain, murder
most foul
dead or alive.
They hunted
were hunted.
Robbed, clean
and dry, yet
never were robbed,
for how
can another
rob you
of what's theirs?

Still raining ...
no cat or dog has fallen.
Thank ye God
for that
for that would
then be cited
'cruelty to animals.'

For us this rain ..
bring blessings
the soil
enriched
to feed
embraceq
Sun's green.
Feed the 'tanks.'
No! our reservoirs
built by kings
to catch
every drop
of rain
that falls.

It rained
then,
in season
now,
that's changed,
warm
is the globe
with soot
that Dickens had
little Pip clean,
off the chimney,
made with coal
from Liverpool.

Winters cold,
churu, churu rain,
migrant birds,
fly away,
to make sure
power bills
are saved.

Like was sung
by the kids
"Rain, oh! Rain
Go away,
to come again,
another day."

We want
our rain to stay.
Do not flood
do not stray,
no dogs or cats
only drops.

Rain, rain ...
come and stay
to come again
another day!