Written by themanbehindtheglassAugust 12, 2016 hard rain hard rain It’s that sort of hard rain It seems to be falling Or is it just in my brain? There’s no let up I can hear it calling It’s getting heavier Filling up With no warning It seeps through Into the morning. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... 2 thoughts on “hard rain” I used to be a merchandiser for Staples, and I used to love when it would down poor because when I would go into the back you could hear the water pounding on the roof and rushing down through the pipes, and it was very relaxing. Haha, I wish I could live under a tin roof just on rainy days. LikeLike Reply digging your poetry LikeLike Reply Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.