The rain came tapping on the glass
Like little feet that wished to pass
It slid in crooked silver lines
And made the yard look full of shines
The trees all shook their dripping heads
The drops bounced off the flower beds
The porch steps turned a darker brown
The clouds hung low above the town
I like the sound that rain can make
On roofs and puddles, pond and lake
It makes the day feel close and small
Like someone pulled a blanket all
I sat and watched it for a while
And drew wet rivers on each tile
Then when the rain was finally through
The whole world looked washed clean and new