It Rained Three Days Straight, So I Stayed Home, Inside, To Enjoy A Poem

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter
Clickety-Clack, Clickety-Clack

Rain is pouring down like little, fat paratrooper men, wet.
Letters are hitting paper like a hammer on nails, set.

The gift of rain is life growing.
The gift of word is life knowing.

Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter
Clickety-Clack, Clickety-Clack