Pitter Patter Misty Rain

Watching the misty rain Falling on the eucalyptus gum leaves The Galahs are squawking While I sit in my chair and deep breath The whistling sounds of a variety of birds Puddles forming on the ground Beyond the bird noises There is no other sound The Pitter-patter of misty rain Watching the flow of the river Is no strain Life ‘s simplicity at its best Life in the country Is where I feel blessed.