Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
The rain is coming down
In gentle patering droplets
It’s hiting on the tin roof
It’s hitting on the ground
The rain is coming down
In delicate little droplets
It’s wetting my washing
It’s wetting my new plants
The rain is coming down
In peaceful rhythmic patterns
It’s calming down the children
It’s calming me to sleep.
Love the sound of the rain on a tin roof!!!! Great poem! 💙
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