Down Came The Rain And Wash Olde Spideys Out

there
came a downpour of spiders
they're
drained in a spread of muddled mud puddles where only puppies could paddle in
...on the lower level - spiders...
their
drowned legs can only hope to keep afloat
and - keep the crawl of 'litter bit (infested with death pub for bugs in-n-eed' umberella upon the furry weak worn shoulder
not even 0.000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% chance of being stronger than (straw) house
          how          sheer
big sheep wool jacket out on the street
by the dust bin - they huddle in a muddle
they hope to keep dry like apple crumble
and maybe, just live, even if it means living like a suicidal

when weather repeats like this, it's a bad cannabis spiral for the round canny spiders with their wide opened rained in eyes crying silence of surviv-al
all in all, they'll still be crawling in towns, houses and local stores near you, whatever the weather.