The droplets fall down
on the windows and screens.
It makes a soft patter sound
that rings in my ears while I read.
The sky's tears dull the clouds,
and fill the rivers and streams.
The animals slow down,
the trees dance in the breeze.
The children huddle up,
we're warmer as a team.
And we listen to the droplets--
pitter-patter, pitter-pat--
All the way down the seams.
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