RAIN ON CORRUGATED ZINC ROOF

By Zemikael Habte -Mariam

Mon, 07 Jun 2010
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RAIN ON CORRUGATED ZINC ROOF

Dozed
Thought I heard
A sound

Sounds like
A knock
Incessant
Yet Pleasant

Not human sound
But natural
Rhythmic
Like soft music
A beat of
Talking drum

Was reminded by mum
Rain is falling
On the Corrugated
Zinc roof

Proof
Of the nostalgia
Mum told me

This rain on the
Corrugated
Zinc roof brings

For it was
My lullaby
As a baby
Whenever I cried

I thoroughly enjoyed
The drops, droplets
That often fell on the

Corrugated zinc roof
Intermingled
With hail large & small

Sounds like someone
Systematically
Pelting the zinc roof
With stones
Large & small

My siblings and I
Longed for the rain
The sound of hail
Large and small

Feast on the popcorn
That pops up
When we woke up

Burning fire wood
keeping the room
And us warm
Before we eat our food

Those of you
Who have not
Experienced
The enjoyable rain
On corrugated
Zinc roof

Just imagine
You are taking a nap
High up

Gentle but sometimes
Rough
Torrential rain
Is falling
On simulated
Zinc roof

I assure you
You will have
Sound sleep
And this will
Be your proof

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Nolan on
Wonderfully beautiful! && "Sounds like A knock Incessant Yet Pleasant Not human Sound But natural Rhythmic Like soft music A beat of Talking drum" "Rain is falling On the Corrugated Iron roof Proof Of the nostalgia Mum told me This rain on the Corrugated iron roof" "Gentle but sometimes Rough torrential rain Is falling On simulated iron Roof I assure you You will have Sound sleep And this will be Your proof" The staccato-like style. Brilliant.
 

Submitted by Nolan on
Updated? Really, so beautiful! "For it was My lullaby As a baby" In the love of the common people &&
 

Submitted by Zemikael Habte ... on
Thanks , as usual inspirational comment. Cheers Nolan

Submitted by Nolan on
Sincere always, Zemikael &
 

Submitted by Nolan on
&& Living on a dream ain't easy But the closer the knit the tighter the fit And the chills stay away Tryin' to keep your hands warm When the hole in your shoe lets the snow come thru' And chills you to the bone Now you'd better go home where it's warm You know that faith is in your foundation And with a whole lot of love and a warm conversation But don't forget to pray Making it strong where you belong Where you can live in the love of the common people Smile’s from the heart of a family man Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to Mamma's gonna love you just as much as she can & Paul Young &
 

Submitted by Zemikael Habte ... on
What a beautiful poem, made me nostalgic.Thank you.

Submitted by Nolan on
Some good images Zemikael, Deliberate- "Sounds like someone Systematically Pelting the zinc roof With stones Large & small" Good. Can get scary hey? You have a souped up mod sound to it now, "Those of you Who have not Experienced The enjoyable rain On corrugated Zinc roof" And "Feast on the popcorn That pops up When we woke up" An interesting experiment. By the way you've forgotten about the pots and pans and buckets... All-in-all, for me the older was the better. You should reinstate it somehow. See you my friend!