The pitter-patter of rain on the window
Bathing the room in soft grey
distorting shapes
Walls trickling
Bed dripping
Flecks of black grow
And stream down the doorframe
The rap and tap
Clatter
Shower
Downpour
Thunder
Roar
Like a wave
Foaming
Creating
Breaking
Crashing
Like the wind
Rustling
Swishing
Swaying
Through the trees
The leaves
The tall grass
Like pebbles
Running over each other
Clacking
Rolling
Tumbling
But it's just rain on a window
Drops of dirty sky
Soiling the pure glass
Thunder in my ears
Drowning the world
Filling my head with beauty
A bittersweet lullaby...
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The Dream
PoetryThis is a longer poem that I wrote a long time ago based on a recurring dream I was having.
