Rain Poem Poem by Elizabeth Jane Coatsworth

Rain Poem



The rain was like a little mouse,
Quiet, small, and gray,
It pattered all around the house
And then it went away.
It did not come, I understand,
Indoors at all, until,
It found an open window and
Left tracks across the sill.

Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: house
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