Its Raining...


Its raining out,
There is no doubt.

Rain hits the house,
Scampers like a mouse.

It may of brought me inside,
So much to do- I abide.

Shall I sit here in dis-pare,
Or wittingly type without a care.

The keyboard wins the battle for now,
Typing like the rain thats how.

Fall yes fall hear the rain drop,
No telling when it will stop.

The air is washed with scent ah-new,
Helping those plants they grew.

Running off these little drops,
Hitting the ground with a cur-plops.

Glisening against gray cloudy background sky,
Causing the birdies to cancel their fly.

Watching out a showered win-dow,
A sheltering bug dispupts the flow.

First their a small tiny lil' drop,
Turn bigger by the ground they seem to hop.

Filling nooks and crannies with a minature sea.
Some would say its a mud puddle hee-hee.

Wind blows and ripples sea mina-ture.
A loose leaf ship sailing for sure.

A river runs branching every-where,
Does not seem to have any care.

I sigh a breath of wandering minds lust.
Thoughts sail amoungest the rain drops with trust.

From tiny riplets to torrent rains,
The water joins together on the panes.

Music heard on the roof pitter-pat.
Causing my foot to join in tat tat.

A symphony plays before me.
Look their even playing in the tree.

Little para troopers diving fearlessly from the clouds.
A flash of light followed by something real louds.

It seems the cymbols have begun to clash real fast.
Darn it- off the computor, till its past!


By: Teddy 06-11-2009

nice one sweetie

Perfect to read right now! Its raining outside!

When I first saw the title I thought of that old song "It's Raining men"

Thanks for the smile MsTeddy