Pitter Patter

The rain is falling Pitter Patter I sit on my porch and rock My Pinot noir slips and shatters The angry winds mock I retrieve my lighter from the kitchen Foolishly expecting to smoke The enraged wind is full of tension A gush of rain blew in to soak My face wore a blank expression In hopes the storm would taunt another Portrayed myself oblivious to its aggression We had a rivalry between each other The rain is falling Pitter Patter I lie in my bed and watch the ceiling drip A pot to catch the fallen water Determined to go down with my ship The storm refuses to cease Floods consume the bottom level My home falls apart piece by piece The very foundation begins to bevel The rain is falling Pitter Patter It rolls off the sides of my face The storm rolls on, but it doesn't matter This is a deserted place