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
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.
You tap against the window,
Like fairies in a joyful dance.
Listening to your voice,
As you call out while you sing.
I love you
No matter what others think,
I'll welcome you back when you decide to come again.
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