Is a gully-washer a toad-strangler
Raining monkeys bucketing bullfrogs
Spitting bolts and drowning geese
It’s torrential and a soaker
Copious and inundatory
Swamping fish and fowl
Pouring rodents and snakes
Raining devils and pikels
Spewing lives and souls
Even voices and heartbreaks
And the sludge of information
To the depths of loneliness
To the depths of despair
And whatever else the storm picks up
On its way to our destruction