Plip Plop

Plip Plop:

          The rain soothes

          my roiling mind,

          calms my soul,

          and helps me find,

          things to write,

          if so inclined.

Plip Plop:

          I now write,

          these poems of life:

          Heroes rise,

          through all the strife.

          They conquer,

          enemies rife.

Plip Plop:

          To be one,

          who gains his fame,

          with the sword,

          would be a game.

          If to win,

          would leave no shame.