A Rainy Afternoon

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

Comments

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.

Ann