Tin Roof Blues

I was inspired by a shower to write this poem.  At first, I write it with no rhyme, and it didn't feel right. So I decided to trying a rhyming verse, and this is the result.

Tin Roof Blues

I get the blues when it rains,

Pitter patter on my rooftop.

The shower mades a song of its own

With the rap of every drop.

The curtain of rain

Falls gently on the street,

As drops dance in sync

On the steaming concrete.

Down from the rooftops,

Water flows and spills.

Excepts for the rain outside,

All is still.