Senses

Soft Pitter Patters... In the dark of this night Light and colour is all I see Though these eyes remain shut In my mind glorious gardens it shall be Soft pitter patters upon my tin roof Through which a rainbow is revealed to me But even though it is cold outside The warmth felt in my soul sets me free Pitter patter, what a glorious sound Oh, beautiful rain what a magical scent Dark turned to light seemed so profound But so clear is my mind that I hear every sound