• alisdaire_ocaoimph 4w


    It's the pitter patter
    Of rain drops upon a tin roof
    That soothes the mind
    To it's drifting melody, it's call
    Where eyes become heavy
    And the body longs to cuddle
    In the sweet aroma of scented air
    To dream in dreams, drift, ride
    The rainy day away.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph