Perfidy- Rain & Man

There is  a weather forecast,

The sky looks overcast,

The clouds gather  fast,

It becomes dark ,very dark at last.

 

 

It seems as if it is going to rain,

Condensed vapours stand  like a train,

Wetness can be felt in the grain,

It becomes dark ,very dark at last.

 

 

Expecting  good rains  the farmer  becomes cheerful,

Starts counting his gains hoping a return resourceful,

Bloats  with pride aiming a harvest bountiful,

It  becomes dark ,very dark at last.

 

 

“Did it rain ?”you ask me, at last,

“It did and it did not” !I say downcast,

Rains are like men to the last,

They promise and break in an overcast.

 

 

Believe neither rain nor man entirely,

Both are charming  but perfidious  ambiguously,  

Both preach but  not practise regularly,

Alas! It has become dark, very dark ,at last.