Rain
Rain is the music of the Earth.
It's my spring time lullaby.
There's a plink-plink on the roof
And a tapping on my window.
I sit and watch
As the drops chase each other down the glass.
A race to get to the bottom
And out of sight.
The rain stops but the drops remain
No longer chasing one another
But staying still and waiting--
Waiting to be taken away.
It's my spring time lullaby.
There's a plink-plink on the roof
And a tapping on my window.
I sit and watch
As the drops chase each other down the glass.
A race to get to the bottom
And out of sight.
The rain stops but the drops remain
No longer chasing one another
But staying still and waiting--
Waiting to be taken away.
♠ ♠ ♠
It sucks, I know. It's for an assignment for my creative writing class at school. It's supposed to be a definition poem. So there is my poetic definition of rain. Enjoy. Or dont.