Doddle Toddle

A frog in the rain, a little one and alone,
Hopping through puddles, with a gentle tone.
With every droplet that kisses its skin,
A symphony of nature begins to begin.

Split, splash, the raindrops fall,
Creating a rhythm, all.
The frog leaps and twirls, in a watery dance,
Embracing the storm, taking a chance.

In the wet embrace of the rainy day,
The frog finds solace, in its own special way.
No longer alone, it's surrounded by sound,
As raindrops drum softly on the ground.

Tiny feet patter on leaves and grass,
A chorus of nature, as the raindrops amass.
The little frog croaks with a joyful heart,
Serenading the rain, playing its part.

Nature's lullaby, a gentle refrain,
As the frog finds peace in the pouring rain.
In dreams, it discovers its own melody,
A reminder of strength and tranquility.

Raindrops embrace the frog's little frame,
Washing away worries, erasing any shame.
Alone it may be, but never truly apart,
For nature's symphony connects every heart.

So let the rain pour, and the frog sing,
In this moment of solace, let freedom ring.
For even in solitude, there's beauty to be found,
In the frog's dance with raindrops all around.