Downpour

The sky fell down upon my head,
And with it came the rain.
I sank into the carpet; cold,
Filled with creeping dread.

I raced and ran around the world,
with towels, rags, and lashes
To dry the rivers, plug the cracks,
And tie down all the hatches.

Wherever I had been a second past,
Another repair had gone askew,
So down I sat to catch my breath
To rise and try anew.