When it rains: Part 2 (of 3)

There's somethin' ridiculously nice about sleeping to the sounds of rain. Perhaps, it is the assurance, that when you wake up the next morning, the day will be green, and fresh, and happy. 


I got it in my mind to continue the idea of whispering raindrops:
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Sleep now, little one.

When morning comes, run along with breeze

to where green grasses dance,

and wild flowers bob curtsies to a robin

that drinks from water-pearls on vines. 

Skip along, little one,

to where a butterfly flits about,

and if you coax gently, she’ll come to you 

and sing a faery song.