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.

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