Poetry: Rainy days

(Photo by Thomas Yang | Visual Editor)

Rain runs down

the misted windowpane,

slide, slick, slip

liquid lengthening,

water accumulating

from a drop to a drip,

bumping together,

absorbing one into the other.

Pitter-patter against the glass.

Dangerous clouds rumble

in the distance.

Lightning strikes,

but only once.

It brightens the night

like a lighthouse

with its beacon blazing.

Rain, rain, please stay.

Maggie primarily writes creative nonfiction and about student life for The Pitt News. Write to her at mmk93@pitt.edu.

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