Posted by MFish

The patter of rain,
heard on the roof,
as droplets, the same
strike the window pane.
A sharp wind blows;
the water does spray
across the patio surface,
against the kitchen door.
Life is so uncertain,
in the Nation's History...
Why is my writing,
no longer legible?
Best go to bed
as it is past 4 in the morning.
Good night all.