Drip Drop Poem by Lyndsay Thomas

Without any warning 
Early morning

The moon disappears
And cloudy skies appear 

Drip drop
Sliding down the rooftop 

Precious noise
With such a poise

So peaceful and calm
Better then a bedtime story told from your mom 

As I see it quenching the thirst of the dead evergreens
I notice it's starting to come through the halfway cracked window's screen 

Clean and crisp perfume
Coming through the bedroom

I'll leave it open overnight 
Dreading the morning sunlight 

I wish the clock would stop
So I can forever hear these drip drops