Rain

• Artist: Master Clockfish
• Description: A poem about the rain, which I love. A previous critic said that the onomatopoeia was rather childish, but I've considered that the poem may very well be from the point of view of a child staring out the window, although that wasn't my original intent.
  
  One thing, though, is that for some reason the poem's spacing doesn't work here, so I've tried to indicate the spaces by putting dashes.
  
  If you have any comments, please PM me. I've turned off comments here to discourage the gold miners.
• Date: 08/29/2008
• Tags: rain weather

Today
the sky is gray.
Silent
at the moment.
The clouds do not weep
yet.
Then they open
their hearts
and the rain
falls.

It falls.
Falls.
------Falls.
------------Falls.
Bounces
off the trees.
Slides
-------down
-------------the
----------------rooftops
onto the ground
below,
filling in the pores
and making puddles
to splash in.

What a wondrous
sound
the rain makes.
Do you hear
it?
Pit pat.
--------Pit pat.
On the ground.
Such a soothing
melody.

I watch
it out my window
As the water hits the
glass.
Thud!
-------Thud!
Announcing its
arrival
to me.
Hello, rain.
You are always welcome
here.