As days slip by without a care
Rain and wind play well and share
Impish pranks then they disappear
Their sin we bear, their sin we bear
No regard for whose to blame seems
Cruel and unjust as childish dreams
Man’s strength and toil repair the scene
We know we need, we know we need
Famine begs for cleansing showers
Quench renewed to thirst and flowers
Lest we perish take heed our hours
Higher power, higher power
*Comprised of quatrains (four-line stanzas) in tetrameter (four metrical feet) for a total of 8 syllables per line
*Each quatrain consists of mono-rhymed lines (so each line in the first stanza has the same type of rhyme, as does each line in the second stanza, etc.)
*The final line of each stanza repeats the same four syllables. This is what makes the monotetra so powerful as a poetic form – the last line contains two metrical feet, repeated.
*This poem can be as short as 1 or 2 quatrains and as long as a poet wishes.