by Andrew Fusek Peters
Rockabye raindrops
Fall from the sky;
They tapdance on tiles
A wild lullaby.
They gush through the gutters.
On smooth windowpanes,
They scribble and scrabble,
Then gargle down drains
To spatter and scatter
In silvery streams
With a cradle of wind
And rockabye dreams.
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