The Curtain
There's a glorious rain
falling outside our kitchen window.
It's not quite a Wall of Water,
but certainly, it's a Curtain of it.
The drops are so huge
you can see them as individual orbs.
It's a lot of wetness.
The birds are all holed up
somewhere.
They're not stupid.
A light shower to bathe in
is one thing,
But this downpour
calls for shelter.
Maybe they're perched in a tree
looking out through the Curtain.
--Evy Kristensen
I like the two lines "The drops are so huge/you can see them as individual orbs"