Bomb the brutal.
Look up at the ceiling,
it's pretty isn't it?
A shame if it were toppled.

Lie in the rain, stand
on wet grass; let it soak,
suck the seethe out.
Infla(mma)tion is bad
for you, chronic especially,
haven't you heard?

It's true, heavy showers
make things more beautiful.
Don't you feel alluring too?
Dance in the field if you
know how, or just run and slide
down the little hill of a slope.
You have a dry home waiting;
don't be shy, you won't catch a cold.

Climb a tree and see
what the squirrel sees.
Have you seen your
home in the rain?

They ruined my street.
Added | lines --- and [] bollards
the road's wearing a corset
and it can't breathe
and the runoff is flowing
down the seams.

Can the squirrel even
cross the street now?
What if it sees yellow
and stops but the car doesn't slow down
and even if it does
now it has to cross
the two-way bike lane.

The road was wide enough
for everyone to share.
I wish the rain came sooner
and washed it all away.

They didn't even ask.
Who does anyway.
It's not like every kid
wanted some more
swings and monkey bars.
I want monkey bars.
But at least we have trees.

Who asked?
Nobody wanted this.
Or maybe they did....