As I looked out across the morning rain
A veil drew over that pale sky,
And that refreshing deluge made its claim
To all that had so far been far too dry.
The intoxicating showers watered
Wherever nature was desiccated.
And as that refreshing deluge faltered,
And the great billowing clouds abated
A fresh pale blue stretched from east to west
And the vast grey cityscape reflected
The home in which mankind has made its nest.
And whilst these people claim they have perfected
The surroundings of this metropolis
They’re never happy till each man has his piece.
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Nice transition,
from a rainstorm delivering a much needed drink to the city into the human element each of whom wants thier piece of it. I like this one but I don't care for all the (And)s at the beginnings of the lines. The two (far)s
on the fourth line sound awkward. You might consider:
To all that had so long been far too dry. or
To all that had so far been way too dry.
You sent me to my dictionary for desiccated. Nice touch.
Nice poem.
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