Rain Reign, Go Away!

Rain Reign, Go Away

(For Logan Dyer)

Rain&Rain&Rain&Rain—

There’s so much wetness—so much pain.

I feel I must somehow explain

The animus inside my brain.

The genesis is fairly plain:

See, baseball once was my domain,

And—oh!—how I would sore complain

When clouds rolled in, when came the rain.

I know it sounds a bit inane,

But when it fell on our terrain,

I felt betrayed—so inhumane

To ruin a perfectly good baseball game with a bunch of dumb water falling out of the sky and making the infield turn into a diamond of mud and then we have to postpone—or even cancel—the game and I have to go home and be bored until the next game, when it will probably stupid rain … again!

This Goldberg guy (yes, Rube’s his name)

Created things—discovered fame.

Devices crazy—so complex—

But with such humorous effects.

[Rube Goldberg = accomplishing by complex means what seemingly could be done simply; also: characterized by such complex means]

“But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?”

Says Romeo, who’s soon to feel love’s aches.  (2.2)