When it rains: Part 1 (of 3)

During NaPo '09, jiji wanted me to write a poem on the rains. I daresay this was not what she was looking for, but she (and I) was delighted with the result nevertheless:

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Rain

Raindrops whisper

to puddles, to leaves,

and to the rusted garden shed;

if I listen carefully, daddy,

I’ll find out the secret message

the sky sends the earth.