Rain

Can you hear the roar
Of the rain, coming through the walls?
The pounding overhead,
Incessant and unrelenting
Until it suddenly gives,
And the pounding slows,
The roar dies down,
And the trickles run.
Residue of what was once so fierce,
Running down my window.
Just a little piece of what was.
The pipes try to control the torrent,
As the water beings to overflow.
Those barriers cannot contain
what cannot be owned.
Nature at it's finest,
Moody and undecisvie, cannot be tamed.
Cannot not be herded.
Cannot not be drained.
For it just keeps coming back.