Raining

It’s raining, it’s pouring;

The streets are a mess.

For anyone out there,

There’s bound to be stress.

The highways are flooded;

The subways are closed,

As “When will it stop?”

Is the question that’s posed.

With puddles ginormous,

The outlook is dark

And what’s brought to mind 

Is that biblical ark.

Some plans may be altered,

But that will depend

On when Nature decides

All this rain has to end.