The Little Drummer

January 22, 2010
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A drumroll tapping on my roof top.

The rain drops racing down my window; a colorful masterpiece in the making.

The sky is bright and no clouds are in sight.

There is no lightning or thunder, just me and the little drummer.

Click- Clack- Click-Clack

Where's the rainbow we've been promised?

I close my eyes and listen to the melody.

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Powd3er said...
Feb. 2, 2010 at 2:48 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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