The pitter-patter of rain is constant,
It will never cease its soothing music.
At night, I lay in bed feeling content,
In the day, I need a coat that is thick.
Pulling on my rain boots, I’m ready for mud,
As I walk along, splishing and splashing.
I see my best friend and I yell, Hey Bud!
The rain comes down on me, harder and lashing.
As I hurry, the leaves dance in the wind,
Birds making warnings with their small beaks
The limbs on the trees break and bend,
The forbidding and boisterous clouds finally speaks.
Showing us how great and powerful is this storm,
Here in the state of Oregon, its the norm.
YOU ARE READING
My book of Poetry
Thơ caI took a poetry class and I thought I would share my poetry with you P.S this is my first time writing poetry
