Rain |More original poems by Kat|

Listen. Close yours eyes....
Pat, drip, drop.
It's like you never stop.
Drip, tap, boom!
With thunder you may come.
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.
The tapping drops, forever rattle...

Don't listen, but feel...
You drop against my skin,
Like soft pricks and pokes of wet.
You make me cold and shiver,
To the touch.

Look and wonder...
How can you come from the sky?
With hundreds of you dancing
it's almost like you fly.