Pitter-patter on the pane,
Welcome to the drops of rain
Coming from the clouds above,
Bringing messages of love.
Pitter-patter on the trees,
Bathing off the dusty leaves;
Birdies' home made fresh and clean,
Curtained in with emerald green.
Pitter-patter Summer showers
Saying to the thirsty flowers,
"Turn your petals toward the sky
When the clouds are passing by."
Pitter-patter on the ground,
Each blade of grass has caught the sound;
And when the sunshine doth appear,
Each blade will then a jewel wear.
Pitter-patter on the ground,
With pitter-patter comes the sound,
A whispering rustling voice is near;
Nature is singing, love is here.
Pitter-Patter
A Fictional Short Story by
Agnes Taylor Ketchum & Ida M. Jorgensen
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