Rain

(This poem is based on Poe’s poem “The Bells.”)

 

I. (Initial rain)

 

It’s the luscious sound of rain�"

Gentle rain.

How it seems to soothe my nerves and calm my weary brain!

How it patters, patters, patters

In the early morning hours!

And we're certain that it matters

That with every drop that splatters

It will feed the hungry flowers

As it falls, falls, falls,

Dripping down the roofs and walls.

Oh, the wonder of the music made so gloriously plain

From the rain, rain, rain, rain,

Rain, rain, rain--

From the gentle pitter-patter of the rain.

 

II. (Subsequent days of rain)

 

It's the dreadful sound of rain--

Heavy rain.

How the constant pummeling is driving me insane!

How it beats and beats and beats

On all our windows and our walls!

And the windows now are leaking

And some inside walls are streaking

As the dismal water falls.

And it pelts, pelts, pelts

As my optimism melts,

And my hopes for storms to quickly pass are miserably in vain.

It's the rain, rain, rain, rain,

Rain, rain, rain--

The depressing and distressing sound of rain.

 

-by Bob B (2-5-24)