Rain
By: Tyler K.
A constant rain, but not of drops
A constant rain, from munitions shops
The ground is forever shaking, from that incessant roar
A constant rain, of shells that soar
They care not what they may hit
The sick, the dying, the innocent
The horror ensues, day after day
At least until they make their play
But wait, whats this? It rains no more
This means one thing, we scramble from the floor
We take up positions, rifles at the ready
Another rain will ensue, one of gruesome confetti
They throw themselves at us, like a great dark fist
Yelling and screaming as they charge through the mist
A rifle cracks, a machine-gun begins to chatt
Rain
By: Tyler K.
A constant rain, but not of drops
A constant rain, from munitions shops
The ground is forever shaking, from that incessant roar
A constant rain, of shells that soar
They care not what they may hit
The sick, the dying, the innocent
The horror ensues, day after day
At least until they make their play
But wait, whats this? It rains no more
This means one thing, we scramble from the floor
We take up positions, rifles at the ready
Another rain will ensue, one of gruesome confetti
They throw themselves at us, like a great dark fist
Yelling and screaming as they charge through the mist
A rifle cracks, a machine-gun begins to chatt