Enticing Raindrops Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sprinkling raindrops, teasing me as I write, watching words
being written, dropping down upon my journal now and then,
leaving wet splotches smearing the black ink.

Nevertheless, this mere poet continues to sit in the out-
doors, writing of what is going on good-naturedly, a smile
upon my face.

Mirth within my being, happy to be such a part of nature,
enjoying this immensely, not worrying about a rain storm at
all.

Laughing at the timid raindrops, enticing them to continue
falling without yelling at them, feeling like they belong
to me now in this poem.