Cheryl is a poet, freelance writer, author, and former newspaper columnist. She has degrees in Psychology and Biblical studies
Pitter patter the sound of rain
Bouncing against the windowpane
Soothing relaxing puts me at ease
Watching the swaying of the trees
In the gentle wind as raindrops fall
The fresh clean scent begins to call
I'm out of the house
breathing fresh air
Running and jumping
Without a care
I'm soaked and drenched to the bone
Enjoying this feeling all on my own
Back to the house to dry off where once again
I'm watching the droplets hit the windowpane
Lorna Lamon on September 19, 2019:
Such a fun-filled poem and I can certainly relate to the joy of being out in the rain. It washes all your cares away.
Ann Carr from SW England on September 18, 2019:
Isn't it fun to be out in the rain without a care about getting soaked to the skin? Bit like jumping in puddles or kicking up the autumn leaves.
I like the way this poem evokes the vivacity and sheer joy of such actions.