Regime Change

And it rained for days, guttering down the street edges,
Seeping into the mind of man, made clever by gravity,
Until it pressed us hard against the brick of the embankments,
And we surrendered to the eternal reign of water.
The weather had seen our errors, the entropy that we ignored,
And unilaterally one night, had laid invasion plans,
Measured to last months- or years in outside estimates,
But we had fallen inside that first week, ground down by liquid,
Water-breathing dragons coming down like wolves,
From the convective rolls of clouds that organised themselves,
Streets in the upper atmosphere, tendrils in Kennelly-Heaviside.
Here they are the new military vapours, striped sky sergeants,
They were made intelligent by accident and coincidence,

Their consolidation evaporates like the dew that makes them.