Why do you scurry away little ones? The cool night air and fresh smell of rain Washes away the day and speaks of new tomorrows. Your dew speckled wings shimmering in the moonlight Will be dry once again with the gentlest of flutters. Come my fairy friends and dance across the damp blades of grass. Giggle and laugh and play amongst the swelling puddles. Raise your chins high, inviting the gentle drops to refresh your souls anew.
