© Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved
A little drop of rain, quite a dainty thing,
Can be a harbinger of a grand stormy fling.
Itty dribs of rain, combined a million times,
Slush themselves into a cloud-bursting chime.
Tiny raindrops tap, a pitty-patter prance,
Tinkling out a soft-shoe clicky-clacky dance.
Ploppy rain drops clomp, a splatty-slitty smash,
Thunking like men in a five hundred yard dash.
Rain is thirsted after like dry-on-dusty dirt
Showering the earth in teeny tiny squirts.
Eager eyes anticipate the end of the day
When that glorious rainbow films its display.