"Rain, rain, wind and sun,
Follow where my footsies run."

A singsong voice on cheerful breeze.
A tiny pair of threadbare knees.
The scuffling sound of booted feet.
The giggling song a special treat.
A wild, quick romp through tree-tall plants.
A blurring glimpse of baggy pants.
A pigtail streaming shades of blue,
A grinning whisper, "I see you!"
A golden laugh rings out in glee,
Revealing tiny Peek Sweetie.