Kelli White Poet Free verse

Pitter Patter

Pitter patter raindrops are slapping 
The windows pelting at the glass
Like chipped bone hacked and splintered
Wind whipped and catapulted 
The wood of the house dulls the sound
But the glass twinpained amplifies
The droplets Pitter Patter, Patter,Pitter
An unnatural sound to disturb sleep

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Running Wolves May 1, 2020 at 2:56 PM Oh my i love the sound of rain at night. Kelli White May 1, 2020 at 2:58 PM So do I but last night it sounded like buckets I called my mom and asked if she and her dogs had the boat ready. Lol.

Vijay Pandit April 30, 2020 at 5:47 PM I can certainly relate to the voice of your poem, Kelli--I have been hearing pitter patter all day here in Maryland today. You articulated the sights and sounds wonderfully. Well done, indeed!

Silent One April 30, 2020 at 1:56 PM Sounds like a bit of a storm ..Hope you are well. Kelli White April 30, 2020 at 3:55 PM Yes indeed SO. Quite a few lately. Glad I took down the 2 trees closest to the house, I am well. Just locked down due to Massachusetts law and covid19, I am glad to hear from you my dear friend, love kelli

Gershon Wolf April 28, 2020 at 1:23 PM Well, at least pitter patter's better than a 3:00 a.m. tweet from the POTUS! lol. :) gw Kelli White April 30, 2020 at 3:53 PM Yes you are correct. GW, :)kelli