Rain On The Hills

Tip tip tip Rain on the hills, Ponds, lakes with joy it fills. The pittar patter of lively rain is never dead, It spread on the hills over the green mead. In the rocky flower bed, A small flower raising his head. Pretty pink petals seem plain, Feeling and enjoying the first rain. On a rock a mischievous mouse, Come out searching for a new house. A brutal black snake ready to dowse, Chasing his prey the mischievous mouse. A tall thick tree standing full of hopes, Little leaves dancing in water drops. At the bottom, a man grazing his goat, Covering his head with a tattered coat. Late night thoughts have a good acceleration, Words flying on the wings of imagination.