Rain Song

Softly singing, falls the rain,

Upon the changing earth.
The autumn is well under way,
Winter begins its birth.  
It’s good to hear the rains again,
I missed their rhythmic song.
But I knew, when they left in spring,
They’d not be gone for long.

The Itch

I have this itch I cannot scratch,

However hard I’ve tried.
It seems that, though I reach for it,
Relief is still denied.
 
I’ve twisted and I’ve turned about,
And still it’s out of reach.
If I can’t scratch that itch real soon
I’ll break right down and screech!!!
 
So, if you can, please lend a hand
And scratch that itch for me.
If you could reach that spot right there…
How grateful I would be.