Rain
Pitter Patter,
Rooftop splatter
Blurry windows, bright eyes
Looking through the splashed glass
Counting raindrops on the window
Seeing the world turn mellow
Pitter Patter,
Blurry earth
All turns grey
Clouds come, clouds go
Until the morning shines
Pitter patter, pitter patter
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