As I listen to the rain gently pouring down
Memories of home, comes with the sound
Laughter of children, splashing in mud puddles
Not caring if they're too messy for our cuddles.
Sounds of thumping on the roof steadily
Like a group of drums, beating heavily
Or herds of horses running wildly, to be free
When sense of danger they begin to see.
Raindrops falling rapidly on leaves of trees
Singing like a melody, carried on high seas
The fiesty wind blowing, as a trumpet loud
Speeding shedding tears from a stormy cloud.
No matter where we are, when rain does fall
Our memories of home life, we do recall
Whether they are of fun, or damage done,
Sounds of rain live forever without the sun.