Watching the rain
I like to watch a puddle grow to cry,
even like watching a puddle dry to die.
I'm intrigued by a drops drip,
taken places by a cooling sip.
Images play with each splash,
sounds echo in a waves crash.
Crying skies, dropping drops,
flooded lands killing crops.
I'm a million drops away,
sitting watching the rain today.
Waiting for the coming snow,
for the frozen drops to flow,
to turn the dark to white,
covering everything in sight.
Waiting for puddles to freeze their drips,
anticipating the slides and slips,
for now the weather brings the drops,
until the temperature makes them stop.
Letting my imagination go
I'm sitting watching an amazing show.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 4th, 2025 07:34
- Comment from author about the poem: Weird weather. Rain then snow, then rain again.
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Comments3
And without those drops we and the planet would slowly die, enjoyable read
I normally like the rain, unless I have to go out in it. It does produce different feelings and for some depression. Nicely worded this poem leaves the feelings
Great write
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