Pitter patter, pitter patter...
Sound of raindrops I hear.
Towards the window I gently lean,
Watching the raindrops
wash my window panes clean.
A lil' birdie is chirping on the window sill,
hush, lil' birdie,
Be quiet & still.
Listen to the lovely rhythm the raindrops make,
My afternoon blues, away it takes...

Poem courtesy of tooth-grin
Picture courtesy of cwcloudy