“Seems it never rains in southern California <br />Seems I've often heard that kind of talk before <br />It never rains in California, but girl don't they warn ya <br />It pours, man it pours.” <br /> <br /> <br />Southern California needs rain, lots of it. <br />The fires, there are three of them, <br />are about to combine together, <br />Make a super-fire that can destroy all, <br />Unless it is conquered by the weather. <br /> <br />They government has dispatched eight hundred Marines, <br />To fight fires that covers hundreds of thousand and plus acre, <br />Nice token event but hardly worthwhile, <br />I have a deep respect for the Corp but I still say; <br />- that mother nature, <br />Has to have the final say, <br />it is only rain that can save southern California, <br />From being a trash pile. <br /> <br />What they should do is hire all the Greek waiters in the world, <br />Arm with all the lemons they could hold, <br />At turn them on to the fires that will be, <br />For it is the waiters that to put out flames on unending Saganaki, <br />For Heaven's sake <br />Only when the rain hits there are going to be mudslides, <br />All the homes that were not destroyed by fire could be destroyed rain, <br />All the homes that aren’t destroyed by rain, <br />Will be destroyed by a earthquake. <br /> <br />I pray for them in my house in east Texas in Cumby, <br />Not the glitter of city light, <br />Nor the ocean side would where I want to be, <br />All I want is to be next to Judy, my wife, <br />Not constantly to be worry about life and endless fright. <br /> <br />(10-23-07)<br /><br />Joe Rosochacki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-it-rain-12/
