Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

(16 December 1943 / Nottingham)

Onomatopoeia


The clouds do darken, the rain does drop
I wonder when its going to stop.
The pitter-patter of rain does fall
Against my windows, against my wall.
The wind does blow, the rain does lash
Against my house's pebbledash.
The sounds of never-ending rain
Gurgling down pipes into the drain.
Cars make splashes on wet streets,
Drops on puddles make them meet
In rivulets of rain, rushing onwards
Till the rain and wind abate,
And the sun comes out to dissipate
The water back to heaven
To fall as rain again at seven.

(Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 26 October 2003)

Submitted: Monday, October 10, 2005
Edited: Tuesday, June 19, 2012

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