  ’Tis the patter of the rain-drops, Baby dear, Falling lightly on the home-roof, That we hear. Patter, patter, low and sweet, Like the touch of velvet feet Coming near. ’Tis the patter of the rain-drops On the grass, Makes it grow so green and shining As they pass. And each leaf upon the trees Waves, like jewels in the breeze, Liquid glass. ’Tis the patter of the rain-drops On the brook, Makes it dimple, dimple, dimple, As we look: Saying as they run away, “We write records every day ’Tis the cradle song of summer That we hear, In the patter of the rain-drops, Coming near. Though the dark skies seem to frown Every drop brings blessings down, Baby dear. endpaper divider |
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