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~Drip, drip, drop
Little April shower
Beating a tune as you fall all around
Drip, drip, drop
Little April shower
What can compare with your beautiful sound?~
The sound of the rain, hitting the rooftops of the household that Wander was currently staying at, filled her ears as she laid comfortably snuggled up into the soft jacket that welcomed her into their embrace as she waited outside. Wander knew that she had to stay awake and wait for 'Sweetie' to come home and introduce the new friend that the child was constantly talking about...I hope the kid is nice...
~Drip, drop, drip, drop
Drip, drip, drop...~
















