Pitter, patter, dapper, the sound of the rain all a-splatter,

It comes down, in torrent’s,

Drowning out the day a cold hazy fog,

Permanent comes to mind,

The wet ground, filled to the brim with sky water.

One’s breath a cloud of smoke in response to the chill.

Sitting in the sun room,

Sipping a drink and listening to rock ‘n’ roll.

Watching the droplets splash with might big explosive booms,

Dogs, they run and splash,

Having a blast which in turn exhausts them as they run,

Carefree like I am on this rainy day,

Letting laziness carry me away.