The rain was falling
all throughout the day.
Making it seem as if
it would never go away.
The rain kept coming
all through the night.
Causing the moon and stars
to be hidden from sight.
The rivers flowed quickly,
as their water levels grew higher.
But none of that bothered
the old man by his fire.
Despite the wetness
and coldness outside,
he was toasty and warm
due to the fire he sat beside.
He lit his tobacco pipe
and slowly began to puff.
Enjoying a nice smoke,
and not worrying about other stuff.
He smiled and leaned back
as the fire raged and roared.
The rain outside, not forgotten,
but completely ignored.
