scenery

Now it's raining, there's a storm.
World painted with swaying trees
background score of whispering breeze
a solo rendition of soft trickle
of water dripping down awnings
Onto saturated stones
in a splash
now that they're done sipping
the world is drenched
this life is slipping
on slippery rocks
green moss, populated by snails
or tetanus shots
a walk on rusted nails
moisture you see
it seeps in places
except where you want
but caution
when you want a bit of dew
a little slosh
beware of the floods
where you might drown