A Rainy Day

She looked beyond the window pane,

To see the birds at their fleeting games,

The ivory bark damp with rain,

The red-nosed children dripping little frames,

The tousled puddles never to be left the same,

To hear the constant tapping rain,

The wind chimes dancing to the music they played,

The clouds humming and mumbling to the tunes that were made,

The leaves shuffling, ruffling every which way,

Watching and Listening to all that God made.

~Madison Bateman