Drip, Drop, Pitter, Patter

by Trinket_Writer
(WA.)

Drip, drop, drip drop,
pitter, patter, pitter patter,
the voices of the droplets
that fall from their cushy home,
gently falling, and landing on grass
that needs mown.

Drip, drop, drip drop,
pitter, patter, pitter patter,
The flowers reach out
stretching for moisture,
the weeds smile, drinking in nectar,
all along causing you torture.

Drip, drop, drip drop,
pitter, patter, pitter patter,
little faces in windows
wishing to go play,
mommy's watching the clock,
knowing it's going to be a long day.

Drip, drop, drip drop,
pitter, patter, pitter patter,
worms enjoying the squishy wet dirt,
hoping they don't hear the threat of a chirp.

Drip, drop, drip drop,
pitter, patter, pitter patter,
viewing the window,
with the drops running down,
hoping this lasts only one day in town.

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