Poem: April

Poem: April

drip drop, drip drop.
the rain hits on my window pane,
it sounds cliche, but it happens all day,
its the only thing keeping me sane.

drip drop, drip drop.
the sky is crying tears,
it sounds cliche, but it happens all day,
its the only thing hiding my fears.

drip drop, drip drop.
i stay warm inside,
it sounds cliche, but it happens all day,
its the only safe place to hide.