By a great teenager I know.
Rain
Tat-tat-tat
Dancing on the roof
Streaming down the pane
Pooling on the earth
Puddles turning to rivers
An unsteady beat
Plays an up roar crescendo
Fresh green and brown watercolors
Smudged to fill the yard
Left-right-left
The wiper blades whip
A curtain across the wind shield
Head lights cutting the pour
Drenched through your coat
Foot prints three inches deep
Mud caked between your toes
Splashing your reflection’s face
The engine groans
Sighing from the water’s rage
The paint streaking across the black surface
Like a soaked blood stained cloth
Your head lifts, your gaze shifts
It shines and glints from across the way
Your mind in trance
Your feet wander with your eyes
Your pace quickens
The stereo blares
Trickles from the tree branches
Turn to buckets, breaking twigs
I run to the door
The tail lights turn
Tire tracks branding the street
The rain thins
Tail between your legs
Breathe, hot against the scarlet stream
Your eyes wide and awed
Heart beating with the rain
Tat-tat-tat
Dancing on the roof
Streaming down the pane
Pooling on the earth
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