Sonnet #2
To start the land is purely plain and flatBut earthy blocks then fall down from the skyTake care in where they are placed on the matMake sure you never build it up too high
Construct containers for the coming stormBut too much land can cause the earth to shakeThe levees crumble, break, and lose their formAnd liquid spills from what was once a lake
Not all is grim in this uncanny landThe architects with great skill and some luckCan craft a lake with wit and agile handSo deep it summons bobbing rubber duck
These unconventional weather metricsOnly exist in the world ofWetrix
