You've been at it all day
Washing away the stains
Down the proverbial drain.
You crash furiously on the roof
Making such a ruckus
Can't hear myself talking or thinking
Quiet rain! You're only a passing
No need to bucket down so much
Respect the fragile mind of a poet
I feel a headache coming on
And I'm not in the mood
For you constant lashing
Against the windows.
It won't give you
Access to the household
Now settled cozily
Under thick blankets
Escaping in an imaginary world
Built from words upon words
Far beyond your grasp.
Rain you're welcome to stay now
I love your soothing pattering
Gentle rain.
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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