It Comes Down Too Fast

After several hours of pressure,
the rhythmic, rocking motion turns harsh.

A pitter-patter massage of rain
numbs.

Too much of a good thing,
hands and thumbs transform gentle manipulations

to overwhelmed storm drains.
Twister talk.

A forecast not taken seriously 
as worms drown on the sidewalk.

7 responses to “It Comes Down Too Fast”

John

Very nice work, K. 😊❤️

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you kindly, John. 💜
  
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  1. Anonymous
    
    you are welcome! 😊😊
    
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Bob

Fantastic. Love that last stanza.

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1. K.F. Hartless
  
  Thank you, Bob. I saw many a sad word this am. They come to the surface, but they can’t swim.
  
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tiffanyarpdaleo

Well penned, K, it’s pouring here today too! ☔

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Michele Lee

Poor worms. 😔 Literally and a few metaphors come to mind. Love your work, K! It’s been too long since I last heard this fantastic song. Thank you.

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