Pitter patter, tiny taps of rainfall
plays ping pong on my panes.
Droplets pecking kisses on glass,
leaving half-drop spot remains.
Another pitter, another patter, and
droplet size makes gains.
Until the drops, too big to stick
run down the glass as veins.
Tiny snakes of tears shed, wiggling down
in shiny streaks and lanes.
Thanks to pitter patter, gluttony and drips,
my pane is cleared of dust and stains.
The lovely pitter patter of rain, on panes,
has cleared my aches and pains.