It hasn’t rained in quite a while;
My grass is white not brown,
And so I cannot help but smile
To hear it coming down.
It sounds like ripples on a lake
As they break on the shore.
The sweetest music that they make
Is something I adore.
Instead of staying in the dry,
I put on my new hat,
So as to better amplify
The raindrops‘ pitter-pat.
And I’m so happy that I let
My peace of mind get soaking wet.
Photo by michael podger on Unsplash
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