Rain Toes - a poem
As I came up to my room, six windows closed
I felt the squish of rain between my toes
Rain that shouldn't be on this side of the wall
It had soaked my bed, mattress, clothes and all.
The fan had pulled the pour right from the down
Whipped it, sped it up and blew it around
And it did just what the fan was for:
Sprayed it all over desk, room and floor
Air I had wanted, raincloud droppings I got
And my brother had been able to stop it not
So when on the floor in my nightly sleep's repose
I dreamed about rug squishing rainsoaked toes.