The Pitter Patter of Rain on a Windsh...

Short poem, science fiction in nature.

The Pitter Patter of Rain on a Windshield

I was stopped by the police

On October of 1985

On a rainy night

And I said

Yes sir, I do believe in aliens

And he shook my hand

And called it a day

And I drove to the Grand Canyon

And just looked at the stars.