The Rain

Haiku

small puddle outside
showering, trickling, dancing
gives peace and romance.

(Regular Poem)

A small puddle has gathered
     on the pavement of the parking lot

It is dark outside.
     The raindrops glitter by the lamppost

The trickling pitter-patters in the light
     I can still see them in my mind's eye

Even though I'm inside, I feel like I could be a part of the world outside
     This building is so huge they say it's the biggest in the state of Georgia

My cot is not soft
     The walls are too cold

But the rain outside feels soft and romantic
     from my eighth-floor window.

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