Pitter-patter,
on roof tops.
Rain drops,
in down pipes.Pitters of patters
slipping, falling.
Violent in motion,
rushing, gushing,
into alleyways
– be banks, on streets.Carry raindrops,
to drain pipes.
Labourious is torrent
– be rivers, like Styx.Keep tame,
my wild heart.
The memory of pitters of patters.
The violence of wild water,
when rain drops go
pitter-patter.by Hans Lee, 2019
Brain Dump