I hear them
Raindrops against the windows
Pattering, tapping
The wind whistling in answer
The lights are turned on
The fire is burning bright
And still they keep up their morse
Dips and dashes
Against our windows
We run out the door
Coat hoods up
Dodging those raindrops
Spitting and spattering
Drizzling like mist over us all
The rain is heavy
Now it is gentle
Hanging in the air
Sky turned grey and dim
Twilight all day
I am cold and weary
The rain has kept falling all this day
I have woken to yet more of it
The slow fall
No brightness yet
Tomorrow is morning
Steadfast love unceasing
Mercies are new
Faithfulness always
Rainbows through the gleaming drops
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