The Rain
There’s a pitter and patter of rain on the roof,
My dog looks alert and gives a slight woof.
The moon is shadowed by darkening clouds,
and a slight mist now shrouds
the lawn.
There’s a thunder crash,
my dog, ready to dash
back to the safety of the house.
And suddenly, all
is quiet as a mouse.
Except for the pitter and patter of the rain.
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Poetry for the Soul
PoetryAll original poems by me that I've dug up from who-knows where and decided to do something with. Some are funny, some are dark, some are deep, and some are just a whole new level of random. Enjoy.
