Nothing, but nothing says goodnight like rain pelting a window.
The brewing of delectable droplets of water feeding the earth and watering lakes,
nothing, but nothing defines the sentiment of have-a-goodnight like
turning the covers over your knees, to warm you against a cold night filled with rain.
Curl-up and lie on tented grass,
the rain hits the roof like rocks,
we camped under lonely bats circling the earth.
Why, oh why, would you ever want to leave this spell of spaghetti and rainbows?

Oft to willows and fly over shores, sweep not under the carpet your tears and chores.
Lovely, my lovely work hard to see me, wanting you forever, silently locking your doors.
See me, yes, see me there, wise and worn, entwined amongst laurels, noble and torn, you see their worthiness their sea-green vines
See me, yes, see me there wrapped in lines turning about the teapots of forks with fat tines.
I love you forever, let’s never forget, wash away sorrows and a faulty sunset,
to see me there daily on a teapot from Kent.