I hear the raging rain outside,
A hundred blows against the windows
Like ancient archers shooting arrows
Attempting to bridge my apartment fortress.
I, like a fearless knight inside, scoff at their puny blows;
I’ve taken far worse blows in my war torn life.
Cancer was a far mightier foe than paltry rain drops,
Who’s hundred blows nearly killed me
On the battlefield of this transient life.
So let the rain strike as much as it wants;
I’ve survived more serious things.
Bob Boyd