The day starts
With the tap
Tap tap of
Rain on my
Roof like someone
Sending a Morse
Coded message car
Tires whisper like
Whisks blending eggs
As small tide
Pools collect in
The low cement
Rain cleanses the
World of grime
And the soul
Of its despair
The day starts
With the tap
Tap tap of
Rain on my
Roof like someone
Sending a Morse
Coded message car
Tires whisper like
Whisks blending eggs
As small tide
Pools collect in
The low cement
Rain cleanses the
World of grime
And the soul
Of its despair
