Pattering on the window pane
Drumming fingers of the night
Rhythmic noise rains down
Tiny droplets play with light
Shimmering like tiny stars
Falling from the above sky
Splash down making puddles
To crevasses is where they always lie
Fall down onto rushing heads
Wellingtons jump onto with joy
Soaking hurried passers-by
Wetness is their forever ploy
Tiny slipping thieves of night
To most they are a tiring pain
But I have heard their magic song
For me my favorite sound is rain
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