It pitters, it patters,
When I fall asleep.
I do love it when the sky,
Decides to night time weep.
It drips, it drops,
Such a soothing sound.
The perfect sleep-music,
I have just found.
It twists, it turns,
It weaves special dreams.
How I love it when the rain,
Makes my night time theme.
It plops, it plips,
It fills me with bliss.
The nighttime rain,
Is as good as a kiss.
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