Musing on the Arhythm of the Falling Rain

gutter1bDrip, drip, plunk
Drip, plunk, plunk
Full of junk
Full of gunk
The eaves are in strife
Full of last year’s life
Rain’s rhythm is playing
Plunking eaves are grating
Who will clean the eaves
Who will stop this please
Rain, rain please go away
Stop the noise before I fray

About joegergen

To evoke a smile. That's all. Author of "Methane Wars: A Fable" and "Lear's Fool" as well as various poems and some these painting things as well.
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2 Responses to Musing on the Arhythm of the Falling Rain

  1. The sound of rain on your roof, making their way through the leaves of the tree outside your window, landing in the little pools they’ve created can be one of the most soothing, relaxing, comforting sensations you could ever hope to hear …
    … or they can sound like nails being scraped across a chalkboard.
    It can go either of those two ways.
    Sort of like Adam Sandler movies.

  2. joegergen says:

    Too funny. That IS like an Adam Sandler movie.

    Note to self: Clean the eaves.

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