Rain Comes Just the Same

The voyagers beheld the sky intently
'Will it rain?
If it does our journey is spoiled;
It had better not.'
But the clouds took in just the same,
Conception is erratic sometimes;
Dark nimbus above their heads
Like swords of damocles
Threatening a watery onslaught.
Drip drip drip
Before the torrents,
Merciless deluge in sharp ladders
Beat staccato on their temples;
The old friar prays
And bolsters his fellows.
'The rain came just the same
It cared too ill for us.'