sometimes the rain comes
the rain comesin 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)
12/21/15
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2015-12-27 at 06:52
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