Water drips, falls, and plunges
onto the concrete towards the
grass, falling fast from
the sky, oh how
the world cry's,
listening from in the house,
near the window as I lay,
the sweet melody of the
pitter patters unfold from
noise to mostly sounds,
as if it chatters words but
does not speak, just
music with a beat,
my heart I hear begins to
sync, making music
that gives me peace, as I lay
here hearing the noise
of that beautiful sounding rain.

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