April showers are a little late, the May flowers have a fickle fate.
The whispers between the raindrops may not be enough.
I know I will sleep well, listening to the secrets of the sky
dripdroppuddleslop the sound of tires slime'ing to a stop.
wet window sills came with the vicious whipping winds
and so did I
The whispers between the raindrops may not be enough.
I know I will sleep well, listening to the secrets of the sky
dripdroppuddleslop the sound of tires slime'ing to a stop.
wet window sills came with the vicious whipping winds
and so did I
I want to thank you for your comment on my poem "Sophia Loren's Panties" in the poets group. It's one of the best comments I've received on that poem.
I like your description of rain in the poem above.