Rain, rain –
big fat drops
on the roof in
pings and plops,
gathered on the spider’s web
and pooling in the garden pots.
Monday comes.
Time never stops.
Rainy Days and Mondays (A Poem)
A Virginia Writer's Diary
Go places – Meet people – Write stories
Rain, rain –
big fat drops
on the roof in
pings and plops,
gathered on the spider’s web
and pooling in the garden pots.
Monday comes.
Time never stops.
Lovely poem, Katie. The SW has had a vibrant monsoon season. I’ve been enjoying the rain!
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Thanks! I love that! We’ve had a rainy fall so far, and I’m not mad about it. 🙂
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Love this poem
Thanks Anita
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Thank you! I’m so glad! 🙂
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the river makes skin go goose bump shiver!~
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Very nice poem! The feelings sounds familiar 🙂
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Thank you! It does, right? I think everyone’s had that kind of Monday.
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Yes, definitely 🙂
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you!
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