Oh sweetie, come with me
Listen to the rain song
Falling on the billabong
Pitti, pitti-patter
Please don't cry with her
She's the nurturer, the healer
You see her sharp drops
Like millions of knives
Lashing the surface
But look they glide
On the silvery shield
Pitti, pitti-patter
They can't get to her
Ending up in ever
Increasing rings
To join with her
Oh sweetie, now you cry again
Of joy this time, you say
To the lovely song of the rain
Let them rest together.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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