I have my window open
At twelve twenty-five
Just so I can hear
My favorite lullaby
Drip-drip-dropping
Occasionally plopping
A whisper in the trees
A tink on the gutter
Trick-trick-trickle down the roof
Punctuated by the blinds' stutter
Tonight, it's not loud at all
There's no thunder timpani
No rushing, gushing madness
Just singing raindrops for company
And the only way that I can hear
Nature's mellifluous symphony
Is lying quietly in bed
With nothing to distract me
From the tra-swish, tra-swish above
And the tih-tuh, tih-tuh sound
As raindrops become ripples
On the wet, unseen ground.
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