A Stormy Disagreement

You kept tapping at my door,
I ask you to stop, but you just ignore.
I went upstairs to my room,
Only to hear a big boom.

You're angry now, I assume,
Yelling at me, so I yell back at you.
I ask you to stop, I argue,
Then continue walking up to my room.

I laid in my bed,
Drip, drip, you said.
Walking on the roof over my head,
I ask you to stop, but you ignore instead.

Instead you roar,
And drip, drip, some more.

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This poem was written about a storm. The person in the poem is arguing with it, because he can't get to sleep.