Frightening
Doggerel
Rain,
Rain, Go Away! Ombrophobia
He really
feared the falling rain—
It didn’t
matter, strong or light;
He felt
that something wasn’t right.
It’s
complicated to explain.
Perhaps it
was the growing dark?
Or maybe
he just hated wet?
But he
could simply not forget
About that
time—his father’s ark.
The animals,
the carpentry,
The rain
that wouldn’t ever stop,
The work
he did for Noah (Pop).
(And now …)
He screams
at rain incessantly.
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