An Onomatopoeia: Sound Poetry- Rain Music

The raindrops fall, to a gentle beat,
Pitter-patter, A lullaby to soothe and greet,
Drip, drip, their melody, a mournful sound,
Splish, splash, Yet in its sorrow, peace is found.
Splatter.

A song of tears, it softly weeps,
Pitter-patter and through the night, its rhythm keeps,
tap, tap, tap, A lovely sound, it makes you cry,
Splish, and in its sadness, you may lie.
Drip, Splash, Splatter.

But in its sorrow, there is beauty,
Tap, tap, tap, A cleansing balm, a sacred duty,
Drip, splish, splash, To wash away the stains of pain,
Splatter, and in its wake, new life to gain.
Pitter-Patter.

So let the rain sing its song,
Drip, Drip, And let its rhythm carry on,
Splish, Splash, Splatter, For in its sadness, it brings relief,
tap, tap, tap, A gift of hope, a balm for grief.
Pitter-Patter.

Embrace the tears that gently fall,
Tap, tap, tap, They cleanse the soul, the heart enthrall,
Splish, Splash, Amidst the darkness, a soothing grace,
Splatter, The rain’s embrace, a gentle trace.
Pitter-Patter

In every drop, life’s story is told,
Splish, Splash, Of joys and sorrows, dreams so bold,
Pitter-patter, it dances on the ground,
Drip, Drip, And with its touch, healing is found.
Splatter.

So listen to the rain’s soft plea,
Tap, tap, tap, Let it wash away what shouldn’t be,
Drip, drip, And as it sings its melodic refrain,
Splish, splash, Splatter, Know that after the tears, there’s hope to gain.
Pitter-Patter

For in the rain’s melancholic rhyme,
Splish, Splash, Lies the promise of a brighter time,
Pitter-patter, it whispers on the earth,
Tap.,Tap, tap, A gentle reminder of life’s worth.
Splatter.

Pitter-patter, let the raindrops fall,
Tap, tap, tap, let them serenade us all,
Drip, Drip, Their rhythm echoes through each day,
A symphony of emotions, come what may.
Splish, Splash, Splatter.

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About the Author: Sarah B. Royal

Sarah B. Royal’s writing defies convention. Her poetry and prose traverse the boundaries between structure and spontaneity, often weaving together philosophical inquiry, cultural reflection, and personal narrative. With a background in experimental literature, she is known for crafting works that challenge readers to engage intellectually and emotionally.

Her acclaimed palindrome performance play, 777 – A Story of Idol Worship and Murder, showcases her fascination with mirrored storytelling and thematic symmetry. In o x ∞ = ♥: The Poet and The Mathematician, Royal explores the intersection of poetic intuition and mathematical logic, revealing a unique voice that is both analytical and lyrical.

Royal’s collections—such as Lost in the Lost and Found, Haiku For You, Lantern and Tanka Too, and the WoPoLi Chapbook Series—highlight her commitment to neurodivergent expression and poetic experimentation. Whether through childhood verse or contemporary fusion poetry, her work invites readers into a world where language is both a tool and a playground.

Sarah B. Royal continues to expand the possibilities of poetic form, offering readers a deeply personal yet universally resonant experience. Her writing is a testament to the power of creative risk, intellectual depth, and emotional authenticity.

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