Pit-Pat Pounding
The blue skies are clear again,
No wind tears apart,
yet the sound of pounding rain
beats against my heart,
The clear sky will darkle soon,
Thunder will go boom,
Prepare to hear rain's sweet tune,
And watch lightning zoom,
Listen to that faint drumming,
That relentless din,
Pit-pat, the rains are coming,
I feel it within.
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2023
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