Gray skies

As the drips drop, and the plops never stop,

As I stare at the serene scene from my single window,

I hear the pitter-patter and the clever clatter against glass,

A soft tap tap as it dribbles fast, in rivulets, Oh!

The soothing soft rumble and the calming cool grumble,

Of thick gray clouds lamenting and letting life come once again,

A lovely litany of drip drip drip.