At first it was pleasant. The rain came down
At an even pace. The utopia of liquid hitting my house
Harmonized and created a serenity of white noise.
And then something happened.
The rhythm of rain was unsteady on the roof.
It grew peacefully loud, now.
THUMP, THUMP.
Something was striking my roof,
Something heavy.
I strolled to a window and peered out
To see green egg-shaped figures
Falling from the sky.
Watermelons.
But why?
Last time I checked, this was Earth.
The concrete was slowly being polka-dotted
Red with the guts of the summertime fruit.
It covered houses, sidewalks, cars
Now even the earth is unique.