Friday, May 10, 2013

Tracks Across the Sill

Rain Poem
by Elizabeth Coatsworth


The rain was like a little mouse,
Quiet, small, and gray,
It pattered all around the house
And then it went away.
It did not come, I understand,
Indoors at all, until,
It found an open window and
Left tracks across the sill.

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