A Rainy Fling

© Jeanne E Webster – All Rights Reserved
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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.

Hallelujah!