Rain it has a soft pitter patter
Like a cat stalking it's prey
It follows the boom of thunder
By softly tapping itself on the roof
Away in the clouds of the sky
And then it leaves
It's only trace being the soaked ground
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Chapbook
PoetryThis is a book of my poetry that I did for English. Our prompts for this book were from the 30 days of poetry sight. But note that we didn't do all 30 days we just had to do a select few that our teacher thought were good.
