Saturday Poetry Corner: It's Midnight. Can You Smell The Rain?

 

 

 

Once upon a midnight, dearies,

As I pondered, not weak, nor weary,

 

Queen of the Night,  Insomnia reigned... 

 

But, alas there came...no ravens 

 

Tap-tapping at the door or the pane,

 

Or tap-dancing across my chamber floor

 

For that matter! 

 

 

 

Raven In The Rain
Image courtesy/Dreamstime

 

 

 

No ravens for sleeplessness' cure

 

Just good ole rain that

 

The heavens are gonna pour...

 

That's right, folks,

 

Rain, rain, rain,

 

Good ole steady rain for sure! 

 

 

But I think the rain

 

Must be a real pain,

 

And surely a bane

 

To those who dwell

 

Beneath the swell

 

Bereft of a gutter

 

Or some kind of drain... 

 

 

 

 It's Midnight. Can You Smell The Rain?
( Updated from 2015)
A poem by Pamela Denise Brida
With a little inspiration from Edgar Allan Poe