Pitter patter, pitter, patter,
I hear from upstairs the tap of tiny feet.
Spitter, splatter, spitter, splatter,
The rain ouside my window makes my den a treat.
It's inside for me today.
Gray, cold, raw sky greets me when I look
Out my window. It's a day for inside pursuits.
A sputtering candle and a choice of book
To read. While upstairs small feet are thrust into boots.
Outside is new and beckoning.
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