I hear the clattering
as it ricochets from the surfaces
it chooses to touch.
It pools and puddles,
then rises, and
once more, cycling
through time and through nature,
then gathering together,
providing peace through its sounds
of continuous clamor.
Just a quick little poem about rain. I haven’t had much time to write lately, hopefully I’ll be able to get something up that I have more time to work on soon.