The Rain Water

The Rain Water
by Pat A Physics
And smiting my parented foe with attendence
on the subject of most tearful past-tense elections,
the professor of polls and abacus briquettes
seething in his striking tree hutch apparatus
chewing the figs he purloined from his lunchbox. He is
not aware of the object of my affections
and her in-depth, critical analysis
which place us in a forest fire of heat
and under the unwhirled faucet-head
of rain. Of this rain, I am fond.