writing

winter rain

It starts off slow, cautious,
tiptoes onto your old tin roof.
A little bit here,
A little bit there.
Then before you know it,
there’s multiple drops courting your single roof
with stories of their travels
around this huge lonesome city,
that is so cold in winter.
No wonder they seek,
the warm companionship of this old roof.
These winter drops of rain.

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