The raindrops trickle down the pane
Small rivulets of falling rain
They gather on the window sill
And tremble with a magic trill.
The song they sing is pitter-pat
Sometimes it’s sharp and sometimes flat
It flutters like a fairy’s wings
And to my heart a love song sings.
I’d like to know who thought of this
And give Him one enormous kiss!
Claire V. Bogdanos 