Rain leads to dismay. Fallen Angel 7

It rained
long
hard
wet
yet warm
but so damp
puddles reflecting images
images reflecting puddles
he hated it,
holding out his arms
catching droplets, watching his palm fill
like a sink
then cascade down his arm
all this time his hair straggly at best was soaked
to a skull that only contained nonsense.

This wasn't supposed to happen
he had angered god
so was he crying?
'Why should his tears intrude on my skin?'
he asked the local birds.

He spotted man crouched under an umbrella
fending off the intrusive water
the puddles of filth yet to form around their feet.

In a panic he dragged earth with both hands
yet this only invented a canal
he kicked layer upon layer of filth into the air
yet this only invented a lake
he punched a hole into the floor
......a spring
he pushed over a cliff
.....a waterfall
kicked over trees
.....a dam

he pulled off his head and smashed it on the floor
twenty times, the birds scattered from his mind
thirty times, the ants headed for the hills
fifty times, the blood ran cold through the water.

God had won this round
water was here to stay.

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I have decided to repost these as individual poems, they are taken from my poetry book I published on Amazon.
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fallen-Angel-Mr-Darren-Connor/dp/1492989223

Some of the older members have already read these and I thank them
Just a quick fix to get my number of poems up. I was probably a bit quick publishing, some of these need more work.