The Pitter-Patter of Drops
The pitter-patter of drops drum,
like the beat of a soulful heart.
While raindrops leave you feeling glum,
the pitter-patter of drops: drum.
And I fear, there's more rain to come,
waiting for the sunshine to start.
The pitter-patter of drops drum,
like the beat of a soulful heart.
Waiting for the sunshine to start,
laughter can no longer be heard.
I sense the mood grey skies impart,
waiting for the sunshine to start.
And as our smiles slowly depart,
we share the gloom without a word.
Waiting for the sunshine to start,
laughter can no longer be heard.
We share the gloom without a word,
watching the trees sway in the breeze.
As the mist ensures views are blurred,
we share the gloom without a word.
And the softest sound ever heard;
morphs into silence, of unease.
We share the gloom without a word,
watching the trees sway in the breeze.
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