The Falling Rain
The pitter, the patter
the constant clatter
the drone
of the drowning rain
The birds, their banter
now silent and somber still
safe and serene
subdued
by the canter
of continuous rain
My coat uncloaked
now hooked
and hung on high
the drip
of endless drops
the dripping of the rain
The pitter, the patter
the constant splatter
of pools
and puddles of rain
pooling upon my floor
Never less to mind
what’s ever is mine
is never washed
ashore
my love, the rain
is evermore
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