May this is it ; Storm over ocean torrents of rein dropping downward and theirs no sign that its stopping anytime soon/ face and fingers dripping./as into the see the slick skies slip. I'm not sure .

Answer 1

This?

Storm over ocean torrents of rain dropping downward and there's no sign that it's stopping anytime soon,
face and fingers dripping
as into the sea, the slick skies slip.

It's still not clear to me how this is a poem, but I've made some corrections above. Compare yours and mine carefully.