Rain - a tiny poetry challenge


November Rain

Raindrops crash
Onto the metal roof of our sleeping porch
Calling into my dream
Of running through the woods

I will myself to keep running
But pitter patter turns to drumming
No longer my feet on the forest floor

I’m transported into bed
Flannel blankets tucked under my chin
My eyes are too heavy to open
And I fall back into sleep
To the rhythm of rain