Jim van den Bos
The tower of rain catches travelers eyes
Metal structure in natures grassy field
Reflecting warm sunlight on good days
Playing with water when the pour comes
The spiral catches every descending drop
Teasing and tickling the gray daylight
Sending unique shimmers over the land
Forcing passers by to stop in wonder
The tower of rain was built in forgotten days
Serving a purpose for important people
As a tool or a monument of capability
The memory of it’s purpose lost in history
Spiraling up to pierce the rainy clouds
It stands there alone and viewed
Cold metal painted and bewondered
Waiting for the next rain, to shine