Hydropathy

the raindrops tap tap tap
on the rooftop and flow
into tiny rivers

their clock-like tick tock
taps against the window pane and
opens the scrapbook of my mind

as the tempo races
droplets pelt the steel siding
like pain hits my gut and

rhythmical tunes drum
on the old metal trash can as
the deluge escapes down gutters

and I hear it. . .
the reparatory rhapsody
of my run-away days