Rain poetry – a haiku, a silly song, and a limerick

The Gauge

The Gauge

Rain, hitting the roof

Rhythmic staccato patters

Ground, satiated.

The barrow

The barrow

There’s rain in my barrow, dear Liza, dear Liza

There’s rain in my barrow, dear Liza, a LOT!

Photo from a Spring Rain...but there are similarities

Photo from a Spring Rain…but there are similarities

Rain peppering the red metal roof

Sends punctuated, pinging proof

That the weather outside

Keeps the people inside

Or risk getting soaked through-n-through like a goof

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