Raindrops

Plip, plop, Pin, tin, pin, tip, tip, tip, Spigga, spigga, spigga, Ssshhhhhuff. Window closed now I can think. No rain on the brain. No more drink. Creeaak Goes the door, An old friend comes in Berated and bombarded By drops as big as grapes that Slam onto my tin Trash cans: Skiddity-skip, Skippity-skid skid skip, Skiddity-skiddity skip skip, Skip-skip-skip-skip-skips-skip-sk- "Close the door, please." Creeaak-shuft. My friends soaked rain coat Slops to the ground, Puddle leaking out from under it. "How long have you been dry?" "7 days." Fffp, Fffp, Fffp. Cold, wet drops find The very top of my head. I looked straight up at the ceiling. Mpa. Mpa. Right on the tip of my nose. I open my mouth. Onk, onk, onk they go Against the back of my throat. Onk, onk, onk. "I can get you a glass of water," Says my know-it-all friend. I have no time for his kind. These drops are divine.