Rain Reveries

Poem about the rain

It's raining again.

Raindrops hurtle down,

like snowballs in a children's fight.

The light on the horizon is getting dim.


It's raining again.

Tin overhang augments the sound,

stifling the loudness of my racing mind.

I find comfort in the pattern of the spots.


It's raining again.

I wonder if it will ever stop.

For if it stops, so will my reveries,

and my memories will keep pouring in instead.