The rain drips pitter patter,
On this bitter cold and rainy night,
Drip drip Pitter Patter;
And this evening there were no sunsets bright.

Heaven's tears washing my window,
It's so cosy inside and so I write,
Tomorrow there on the ground will be snow;
Sparkling with the morning light.

But tonight-. . .

Pitter
Patter

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*~Marian­~