Rain

i hate you,

you pellets of

clear, crystal

cleanness,

as the sky spits

a plethora

of your kind

from its mouth,

i hate you

as you fall

to the ground,

melting solids into

puddles

of brown, ugly

liquid

through which my feet

must tromp

and drown

no matter your strength,

no matter my calloused toes,

my weary bones

i must make a living,

no matter the weather .