Giggling Rain Comments

Is it the pitter-patter on leaves I hear in the dark? Or voices of girls floating in from the nearby mart Or some long lost dear one's voice resounding in the vale of my parched heart? a very fine poem. very poetic, imagination. thank you dear poet. tony

Whatever be fountain of the giggle, it brings me to the end of all struggle to be happy at last in tune with new rain...written well New rain Will remove Old pain