The Rain, Oh The Rain!

The lid of the sky has been lowered
touching the atmosphere with its
pewter denseness, laving the earth
endlessly, clamped down tightly
powerfully inclined to remain
as indeed it has lengthily as
though there will be no end
as day following on day the lid
drips and drips and drips
with all below drenched and
gasping. Struggling for air
the lid is occasionally lifted
but slightly, allowing the sun
its light and its warmth to creep
through the aperture and balance
is restored. But the omnipowerful
hand that lifts the lid restores its
position and on it comes, endless
rain varnishing the landscape. There
reigns perpetual dusk as though a
universal light source is forlornly
sequestered and darkness is now
the order of the day, every day.