Rain


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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