Rain
RAIN
Listen to the sound the rain makes,
As it drums out it's own special tune;
Tapping a mystic melody,
On windows and roof tops and dunes;
Lulling the weary traveler,
And soothing the cares of the day,
Calming the troubled spirit,
And chasing my blues away;
Pattering 'gainst my window,
It chases away my frown,
As with warm cup of tea and a blanket,
I hurry to get settled down.
Outside the rain patters merrily,
Inviting me,"Come out and play.",
Inside I'm cozy and comfy,
I'll go out some other day;
For now I'll enjoy the music,
On roof top and window panes,
All comfy and warm I'll sit here and watch,
As rain drops play little games;
Scurrying 'cross my window,
And making small rivers and streams,
As children in bright colored rain coats,
Chase paper boats through my dreams.
Judy Ball
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