Drip drop
Whoosh
Drip drop
Drip drop
The cloak becomes sodden
Pitter patter
The umbrella protects the head
Splash
The footsteps go by, here and there
Whoosh
Another car flys by
Creak
The bench bends with age and use
The field across the road expands out as far as I can see
Drip drop
The rain pours down
Drip drop
Drip drop
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Thoughts as poems
PoetryJust some passing thoughts put into words in a poetic way, there's no particular pattern to them, just when they appear in my mind, they go down on paper Some may be poems Some may be tales inspired by life Some may be stories as true as can be All...