Rhythm of the Rain


Sitting in my room listening to
The rhythm of the rain
You're downstairs lost in a story
Of someone elses pain
The wind whistles through the crack
Underneath the door
I feel the chill as i walk barefoot
Across the floor
I stumble to the kitchen for something
To warm the chill
Making my way across the room
I rest my cup on the window sill
I turn and catch your eyes as they
Look up from the page
No words are spoken it seems
Silence has set the stage
The rain starts to slow,
Still the rhythm doesn't change
I stare off in the distance and wonder
Are the stories the same?

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