Where it’s Quiet

Rain patters down on doorsteps 

Houses, roofs and windows

Every where it clatters down 

Diminishing the rainbows 

Houses moan and creek 

Groaning with agony 

Sidewalks take the pain

And flowers stop their harmonies 

Waves stop their movement 

Sand loses its touch 

Woods sloth melts away 

And they all make nosies as such

But trees take the rain relentlessly 

Though if they are just air

Though if they get overwatered 

They retain their lifeless glare.

We should worry more about trees in the rain

For how long can they take the pain?