Pit-a-pat,
Pit-a-pat,
raindrops on my roof.
Sprinkle sprinkle,
tinkle tinkle,
raindrops on my roof.
They hold off the sun,
the moon,
the stars,
that's how they have fun.
Pit-a-pat,
raindrops falling,
sprinkle-splat,
their shape turns flat.
With a chill in my ear,
February air,
another life is omitted
to the after-stair.
"A Murder in the Rain"
-Amy Bohon, 2/4/10, 10:46 pm, Thursday
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