Sonnet #2

To start the land is purely plain and flat

But earthy blocks then fall down from the sky

Take care in where they are placed on the mat

Make sure you never build it up too high

Construct containers for the coming storm

But too much land can cause the earth to shake

The levees crumble, break, and lose their form

And liquid spills from what was once a lake

Not all is grim in this uncanny land

The architects with great skill and some luck

Can craft a lake with wit and agile hand

So deep it summons bobbing rubber duck

These unconventional weather metrics

Only exist in the world of Wetrix