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.