Crime Prevention

Rain, rain, and more rain.

And rain.

If it’s another biblical flood,

It’s a pitiful attempt.

More a spit bath then a cleansing.

It would take a lot more than this

To wipe evil out.

This couldn’t even handle mild truancy.

I suppose it keeps the criminals inside

As they don’t like to be seen using umbrellas,

Certainly not galoshes.

In a pinch, they might put a newspaper over their heads.

The real evil ones might

Not want to get their guns wet

And the ruffians probably don’t want their hair mussed.

It’s the thugs you have to worry about.

They probably like the rain.

The messier it is, the more they like it,

Though they might even stand under a ledge

In a downpour.

The con men you don’t have to worry about at all.

The moisture messes with their calculations,

And the petty criminals don’t even bother

To get out of bed.

If you don’t believe me,

Check out a prison yard during a rain storm.

I’ll bet there’s nobody out.