Tinkle, Tat

Goes the rain on my window

Letting me know

It’s waiting for me

Tamper with my mood

Sour my spirits with boredom

Rust my chance to play

And all you do is fall

No feelings for others

Controlling all

Give colds to those

And sicken their days

Today I watch you

Here your tinker and tat

Never afraid of you

As I pull out my umbrella.

11/25/2002