Poetry Corner
A small selection of poetry by Raymond Johnson

I wrote this poem in 2011 late at night when it was raining heavily outside and I was sitting up in bed. The structure is different than my usual poems on account that the rhyme is created every third line. There's probably a name for that style.

Pitter Patter

Tip, tip, tap, tap, against the window pane,
How wonderful you are, calming my mind,
I love you rain.

Why do you get such a bad rep,
Why do people hate you so,
Is it because you make them wet.

Like a hypnotic trance,
You tap against the window,
Like fairies in a joyful dance.

You're outside, I'm in,
Listening to your voice,
As you call out while you sing.

I love you rain,
No matter what others think,
I'll welcome you back when you decide to come again.

 

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