Rain (from inside a classroom)

Just randomly occured to me in an English lesson. Comments and suggestions welcome!

Incessant tattoo

A sort of time

A violent drum-clan, and yet


Drip, pitter-patter

Grey straight and sleeting

But not sleeting, raining

And the aroma

Sweet warm perfume of life made well

Softly steams from soil replete and quenched

The End

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