My Rain Drops
Pitter, Patter, Drip,
The rain drop hit my lip.
Pitter, Patter, Pop,
Will it ever stop?
Each is cold and small,
growing faster with each one that falls.
More and more come tumbling down,
increasing in size, and what a sound! (more here)
Rain is one of the greatest natural joys for me. The completely soothing sound as the drops fall in their various speeds against the roof, trees and ground. Pure magic!
Let’s not forget that clean earthy smell that often accompanies the rain. The smell that promises to clean the world and provide a brand new start. Just so delicious.
Is it any wonder then that I felt compeled to write about rain and my experiences with it? Í don’t know of many people who don’t share the same views on rain as me. It is just magic (said that already haven’t I) and in more ways than one.
Now, poetry is something I have dabbled in with mixed success. This poem is probably one of my more mediocor atempts, and the current ranking (as off 18-12-08) is 99/208. A poor ranking to say the least, but with new articles being added to the title all the time, it is no wonder that my ranking has dropped significantly. Don’t be surprised if I leapfrog the article, yank this blog and redo my inspirations blog.
Yes, helium is certainly a roller coaster ride and a half, as this article shows, but that’s half the fun.