A/N This is, in fact, my first fanfic, and I would absolutely love your honest opinion about it so I know how to improve in the future! But don't worry: I'm not the type of person to throw tomatoes at you if you don't review. And just so you know, it may be a rather random poem. A thousand thanks for reading!
O rain
you who fall down in torrents
you who drench our clothes and mat our hair
you who ruin our illegal roasting venison and sometimes feel the need to douse our fires
you who send the maidens shrieking
you who create such inviting puddles
you who cause the old cantankerous ones to feel aches in their bones
you who make the mud that coats our boots and holds our footprints
you who
sometimes
flood
you who
sometimes
make us sick
Robin, that's just a wives' tale!
you who start the maidens berating…
you who make all things green
you who quench the thirst of the deer
you who save the people from starvation by drought
you who make Prince John grumpy
you who turn Robin into a spirited lad
you who turn my lass into a rebel
you who give life to the Greenwood
rain on
open the floodgates of Heaven
O rain