Rain whips itself against the window
in a game played with the wind.
Amusement as it grabs hold
of each drop before it hits the ground.
Thrown with abandon at my window,
tedious pitter patter continues
before thunder decides to join in on this sport,
with cheers each time I cringe.
Another roar rumbles out of thunder's mouth,
rain taunts me behind the blinds.
They all know it's time to sleep,
yet continue the bothersome pastime.
I wrote this poem a while ago for my Creative Writing class, but this accurately describes trying to sleep last night.
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