rain.

the rain outside sounds like

fingertips tap tap tapping

muffled music on counter tops

waiting

so impatiently.

 

the rain outside whispers forgotten life

awakened in the spring

gentling eroding the frozen earth

a new day

a silent birth.

 

the rain outside sings quietly

your gentle melody a secret dream

flows through me like a river

floods my soul with joy and sorrow

knowing the same boat we built together

can not carry us both today

but maybe tomorrow.

 

today, it rains inside of me.

The End

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