It's raiNing

It's raining in the field

and I'm standing

It's raining - there's no shield -

kind of training.

Sky's the limit - when there's no cover

Worries at hit - low falls of water

I discover

harsh dew

I recover -

Hark stew

And I'm standing - still awaken

I feel the chill - till I'm taken

away by short coldness

body's shaken

drop by blop

I palpate felled illness

down and top

I feel bad

There's no pad

Wet is mad

plop, plop, plop

I need mop

plop, plop, plop

soil is soap

And I slip, and I splash

Slither, rip - hand a flash

when will it stop ?

'can't keep the spot

there're endless drops

I run the shots

(splash)