Raindrop

Had some other things to do today, so I took a poem I had done a long, long while back and remixed it so to speak, changing a few words, structuring it a little and adding in a bit of projective verse.  Am working on some new pieces as well, and am planning on getting around to catch up on all the sites I've been not able to visit the past few days.  Anyhow.

Rain keeps dropping

at my feet,

feet,

feet

I look up

To the grey cloaked sky

and watch the drops fall

and watch the drops fall d

                                             o

                                                      w

                                                               n

The grass fills

Its thirst is quenched

The water pools on the pavement

Into cracks

it seeps

seeps

seeps

I hear the sounds

From below

So down stairs I do go

Flip on the lights

Flip that switch

And watch

As all things stored

Are    f        l        o       a       t        I        n       g by

I’m soon joined

By a concerned pair

Of eyes

No purring

As he meows

As his bathroom dr If ts slowly by

I put on my coat

And head on out

To the car I will go

But first

Raindrops

Keep f       

         A

         L

         L

         I

         N

         G at my feet

                           Feet

                                    feet