This was an experiment with a trochaic metre. Hope you enjoy it!
Sparkling diamonds rest on glass,
Breezes move them as they pass.
They are smooth and do not scratch.
Spread abroad the foggy pane,
Leaving glitter where they’d lain.
Clear and wet, these drops of rain.
More appear as raindrops fall,
Slowly trickling as they crawl.
I sit back and watch, enthralled.
Trembling with the wind, they cling,
Such a small and desperate thing,
Dropped so fast; lands with a sting.
Catching more as we move on,
Wetter than the Amazon –
Windshield wipers – rain is gone.
Original poem by Kimba Wisotsky
