This page was last updated on the 15th of July, 2015 by Patrick Carpen.
City Rain – A Poem by Patrick Carpen.
It’s a bright and busy Saturday morn;
The air is shattered by drivers’ horn.
In the nearby streets people pace;
The rain pounds suddenly down–gutters race.
Like colored tents umbrellas pop
At the very first piercing raindrop.
The “splishing” sound of falling water
Rises o’er the blackbirds’ twitter.
A polished shoe has lost its glitter
Hitting the rain-soaked ground–
“Tap”, and another sound of shallow water splishing ’round.
