sometimes the rain comes

the rain comes
in pitters and patters,
it comes expected
and unexpected,
it comes in light drizzles
and it comes in heavy down pours
and sometimes it doesn't come at all

(sometimes when it doesn't come,
it is expected)

the rain comes
and plays songs
upon old rusty tin roofs
and brings solemn remembrances
to the minds of men
with it

(and sometimes men are driven
into places they thought
they would never return to)

the clouds are heavy,
but somehow
i don't think it's going to rain
(not from the clouds in the sky,
not tonight)


Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-12-27 at 06:52

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I really like this poem I can close my eyes and visualize it so well. Well done

This feels very metaphorical to me. Like when it rains it pours or it won't rain at all.

I find te sound of rain to be soothing and melodious most of the time but at times it can be foreboding.
Good poem.