Brian Reynolds

Rain

Drip drop, drip drop,
goes the drops of rain against my roof.
I sit and stare out the window,
at the rain falling out of the gray sky.
I am stuck inside my house by the fire,
waiting for the rain to clear.
When it finally does,
the gray becomes blue
and the weight of the sky is lifted.
The rainbows now replace the
drip drop, drip drop,
of the Rain.




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