Storm

Rain is pitter pattering in interwoven patterns. Like salt and pepper flashing crazy. Hitting the sidewalk like pennies causing ripples among the puddles. Aluminum foil crinkling, crackling. The gutter poaring out water by the bucketful onto the grass below.

Strips of blue and dots.

Thunder crashes like beating drums or windy hands hitting drum. Or a huge fabric waving in the wind. Coming in huge unexpected bangs or quick bursts.

Purple waves, red sparks.

An orquestra in natural, organic, involunatary unplanned ways. A unnerving, edge-of-your-seat, terrifying and wonderful one.

Music to my ears.

A storm.

Raindrops trickle down my closed window pane, chasing each other like mice to bottom to find out the winner like a race.

Gold specks.

I am glad I am in my bed not just to be safe, warm, cozy and not wet but to hear it in a relaxed meditative state which gives a cool and comforting misty feeling where ever it is but that just makes it all the more wonderful.

Many say my words are beautiful, and I am natural at natural writing.

OK, so, everyone's a critic here goes..

Rain is pitter pattering in different interwoven patterns. This line doesn't flow. the word "different" or "interwoven"...one needs taken out to make it a comfortable number of syllables

Like salt and pepper flashing crazy. How is this like salt and pepper? Maybe it's just my feeble mind speaking...

Hitting the sidewalk like pennies causing ripples among the puddles. Again, uncomfortable amount of syllables

Aluminum foil crinkling, crackling.

The gutter poaring out extra water by the bucketful onto the grass below. WOAH! Waaaaaay too many syllables. And not exactly a nessesary line in all

Strips of blue and dots.

Thunder crashes like beating drums or windy hands hitting drum. ... "windy hands hitting drum"?

Or a huge fabric waving in the wind.

Coming in huge unexpected bangs or quick bursts. uncomfortable syllable amount

Purple waves, red sparks. lovely imagry

An orquestra in natural, organic, involunatary unplanned ways. Bit confusing, but nice

A unnerving, edge-of-your-seat, terrifying and wonderful one.

Music to my ears.A storm.Raindrops trickle down my closed window pane,

chasing each other like tear-shaped mice to bottom to find out the winner like a race. Consider making this more than one line, like "Chasing each other like mice . . . finding the bottom in their race"

Gold specks.

I am glad I am in my bed not just to be safe, warm, cozy and not wet but to hear it in a relaxed meditative state gives a cool and comforting mist where ever it is but that just makes it all the more wonderful. Is this really one line? RUN ON SENTANCE ALERT!!

I like what you're trying to say, but, seriously, consider revision? A good idea is to read over work (alot) before sumbitting it anywhere .

Here to help, honestly.
~Hopeispeace

I like this. You already got a very good review so nothing to say about that. What I want to say is ( maybe its just me) your comment above is a little braggy.
Keep Writing <3 dasiamari

ooops that was NOT intended

What I liked: The impressionism. I like how your poem bounce around, but it wasn't too all over the place. All the ideas in here still add up to one singular vision: a storm.
What Could Be Improved: "Like salt and pepper flashing crazy"…How do salt and pepper flash? However, I think I know what your trying to say. Is it how the rain seems like it's coming from salt and pepper shakers? That's a rare and interesting comparison, and I like it, but unfortunately it's hard to render well in poetry. Try replacing it with a different simile or metaphor that can be rendered better through poetry.

I hope you will benefit from my advice.
-Sophia Burnette