Dripping down the window pane
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The sky has opened up again
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Treating me to welcome rain
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I'm glad it's here
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Turns the trees to liquid green
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Encourages a glossy sheen
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Upon the bark and on the leaves
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It's loud and clear
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Taking coats from secret cupboards
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Gloves and scarves and large umbrellas
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So simple and peculiar to enjoy
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The simple melody
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That hopefully won't ever go away
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Splashing footsteps down the lane
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Puddles fill and then remain
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Sparrows glad the bathtubs came
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Fluffed and clean
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Grey electric moody sky
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Clouds so low but if I try
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To touch them, I can't reach that high
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Still it teems
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So I run and spin and turn and turn
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I dance, what have I done to earn this day
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I rush on home to get me dry
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To sit me down right by the fire
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To read a book and be inspired
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My favourite room
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Mozart climbs into my head
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I fell asleep, should go to bed
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Music woke me from the dead
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I hear you're home
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Come on you and join my open heart
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Cheat the night run out into the dark
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Melody of the rain
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Melody of the Rain
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| Marty Willson-Piper |
