A silly winter day it seems,
So dismally the raindrops fall
And trickle down the window sill
Then off into the garden wall.
I sit and ponder to myself,
While little raindrops tumble down
How little time they seem to get
Before they splat and hit the ground.
But then I feel the smile that grows
When one, just one, and little too,
Lands upon the window sill
And wonders positively through.
Inside the house and running down,
I place my finger on the glass,
The raindrop, slowly, happy, round,
Will not be seen or let to pass.
While all the other drops fall down,
Wet becomes my finger tip,
And pleased I am, to smile again
So fascinated by the drip.
Critical comments welcome
Comments
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This is a beautiful poem telling of the wonderous world of a child full of fascination for the world around them. I like the raindrops as a cushion for this childs pleasure and how they follow the drop on its course. It's just starting to rain here and that fits perfectly with the poem. Thanks for such a lovely pleasurable read.
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wonderful write lots of great imagery and flow ... a little bit worried about the rhyme in 4th line the use of tall does not set off the right image ...elsewhere though this poem has lots of potential keep up the good work poet
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