The unwelcome patter calls
A chill comes with the drops
Seeping through all our walls
Like serpents to suck our spirits
Invisible yet overwhelming
Burdening the air with sorrow
Relentless in its humming
Pit-pat-pit-pat-pit-pat-pit-pat
Rapidly ferocious & murderous
Drowning those poor blooms
Left unattended on the terrace
In need of only a light spray
But clouds are always fickle
Unpredictable in their offerings
Sometimes an amorous drizzle
Or knell for fateful endings
Note: It’s been raining the whole day in my part of the world, and while for some, such showers might be romantic, for me it’s cold and depressing. So I wrote this poem, echoing my mood.
Oh wow, this is indeed so beautiful! ♥️