not a shower
or a spatter
not a misting
or a spray
not a droplet
or a drizzle
forms our weather
for the day

it's a drumming
kind of racket
that accompanies
our meal
like percussive
instrumentals
and a thousand
balls of steel

it's a downpour
that is falling
it's a soaker
that we dread
it's a deluge
and a drencher
from a cloudburst
overhead

though the weather
man is tempted
to employ words
we disdain
they're diluted
euphemisms
for torrential
winter rain