The rhythm of the falling rain
Tickle my ears as I lie in bed
Like an eager child I look out the window
To see raindrops fall from the sky.
Pitter,patter,pitter,patter down they go
On rooftops of old and somewhat new
On leaves of trees and flowes too
They glide and slide to the ground they go.
What a lovely sight it was to see
As memories of childhood smiles flash before me
When I'd happily play under the rain
When November comes like a happy dream.
©irleenda
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