Monsoon

As I looked at the gloom of the foreboding doom, I took on quite a fright,

The day grew dark and it made me hark, it’s like as if it were night.

The clouds were boiling like a river roiling, and it gave me such a chill,

As the heavens rolled the air turned cold, and I began to lose my will.

The thunder cracked as the Gods attacked, and lightning lit up my way.

As I hurried along I feared it was wrong, to be on this trail today.

The wind picked up like an overfilled cup, and I struggled to keep on the path,

Then came the rain it roared like a train, making me feel God’s wrath.

Soaked to the bone I ain’t got a phone, and the mud is grabbing my boots.

Water dribble in my eye as rain pours from the sky, not a day for seersucker suits.

A trickle flows in mid the awful din, and soon it is joined by another,

It’s up to my ankles as it so rankles, as somewhere else I’d druther.

The wash starts to roar as the heavens they pour, got me regretting my sin,

The thunder booms louder I’m no more a doubter, Lord forget where I’ve been.

Then quick as it started the skies are soon parted, sun shining brightly and gay.

Dripping and shaking my spirit not breaking, I thank the Lord for this day.

LDT July 31, ‘21

     I have always admired the rhyming scheme of used by the Bard of the Yukon, Robert Service, in famous poems like The Shooting of Dan McGrew. This is my attempt to emulate his style.

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