Poet

Pitter Patter

pitter patter, pitter patter,

the rain drips down the window.

I let out a loud sigh as I dream of tomorrow,

when thunder doesn't interrupt my joy.

The crash of lightning drown out my steps,

but I feel my heels click as I climb the stairs.

The dorm creaks, but I swing it wide.

My safe haven; the attic, makes the roars louder.

I no longer care, so I sit on the dusty rug.

I choose an old book and try to read through the whooshes,

but the booming and splattering can't drown out my dark thoughts.

pitter patter, pitter patter.

~ Viola ( -GangsterSangster- )

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I suck at poetry. lol. But you like it so I'll keep writing :)