The raindrops tappity-tap on the window pane.
Gene Kelly on my brain it's undeniably merry rain.
Though not a drop is "fallin' on my head".

Two cats stare pensively at the brave stray
who stands in the grass undisturbed by the fray.
As lightening strikes even bravery gives way
and one little mister runs inside instead.

This summer evening sounds foreboding
but romance fills my mind and apple candles shine
while paperwork lays here and there.

I sit upon a wooden chair that reminds me
of school days past. Whence there in the library
He smiled at she whose face I know and whose name changed last.

In these evening hours,
I'm consumed by happy rain showers,
the kind that leave your eyes clean and bright
The emotion I possess is void of distress-
And thus my little poem is trite.