The Unexpected Rain Poem by Eleanor Rose

The rain falls down
Gently at first it comes
But slowly comes down harder

The soft patter on my roof turns to drums
As the softness of the rain dies away
To an angry roar of a tiger

The lovely green grass in the yard
Once sparkled with light rain
Only to be flattened by heavy rain

I stare outside into the gray sky
Hoping to catch a glimpse of sun
Only to be stopped by the madden rain

Ever so slowly the rain stops
The angry roar dies down
So it continues to fall softly
Drop by drop until it stops