An attention seeker.
Tapping on my roof with little hammers.
Tapp, tapp, tapping. Louder , louder , louder.
Bouncing downwards dripping on my forehead;cleansing my face in autumnal tears as the clouds cry ; causing makeup to peel from my face.
You shower me like a baby. Icy droplets shocking my skin like an angry lightning bolt.
Oh heavens how you weep; grieving for your dead child. Instead washing squirrels tenderly, giggling as you watch them flitter from branch to branch. Taking away your pain.
Giving the rosehips a new coat of polish preparing them for human reflection. Oh rain you cause the mud to grow trapping wellington boots, dragging them into a murky grave.
And yet you still keep bouncing.