A Scoop of Sunshine

Pitter-patter raindrops, Falling from the clouds. Left to right, right to left, You swing as the wind blows.

Lady on the swing, Your hair blows in wind, As you sit there swaying, As if in a dream.

The Wind howls a mellow tune, Blowing across the lonely town. As the curtains of my French window flutter, I drift into a reminiscence Of a time -