The clouds do darken, the rain does drop
I wonder when its going to stop.
The pitter-patter of rain does fall
Against my windows, against my wall.
The wind does blow, the rain does lash
Against my house's pebbledash.
The sounds of never-ending rain
Gurgling down pipes into the drain.
Cars make splashes on wet streets,
Drops on puddles make them meet
In rivulets of rain, rushing onwards
Till the rain and wind abate,
And the sun comes out to dissipate
The water back to heaven
To fall as rain again at seven.
Jonathan Goldman, known Internationally as 'JGthepoet', started writing poetry in the year 2000, when he was diagnosed with the rare, incurable skeletal muscle disease called Myasthenia Gravis. He is a Practising Jew, and has a devout Faith in the Almighty. With his Myasthenia normally controlled by a drug cocktail, he can lead a reasonable life, but has had to make certain changes to his lifestyle and hobbies, as he is not allowed any exercise or sports. With Myasthenia, the more he uses his muscles, the weaker they become. Several of his poems are of a religious nature, others of his view of the beauty of creation and of the world in which we live. Some are for friendship and peace, some in the Alphabetic and Acrostic format, and there are two very long love poems.
This an onomatopoeia poem because Goldman says words like "pitter-patter". An onomatopoeia is the formation of a word by imitation of a sound made by or associated with its referent.
I think the poem is talking about hatred. There will always be that one person who hates you, no matter what you do they will hate you. That person will do anything in their power to make sure you are better them, the only way to make you won't succeed is by them putting you down. They will basically shower you with hatred to make you feel bad and become depressed.
I chose this photo of a sad person because this is how some people after someone about them. Not everyone can handle criticism the same way, so it will effect people differently.