Rain falls in bursts,

Or perhaps just in trickles.

The pitter-patter of droplets

form a cascade of sounds.

The crickets are quiest

but not for long

But drowsiness is coming 

I feel so nice and warm.

Sitting next to a fire,

with hot chocolate in one hand.

A book on my lap,

and a story in my head.

I listen to the rain 

with all the pitter-patter glory 

and soak in the sounds

that I so seldom hear.



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