Boding Evil

The rain is a phantom;

Disguised in a dark cloak.

Creeping maliciously,

Weaving in and out of the darkness.

Casting its shadow on everything in sight.

Unpredictable,

Intimidating,

And fearless.

Leaving its mark on everything it touches.

Ominous,

Dreary,

And dismal.

Then, it departs abruptly

Leaving little evidence behind.

All is well…

But will return once more.