Rain at 11:40pm

Again, if I told you it would spoil it right?

 

Can you hear the pitter pattering of this night's gentle rain upon the clear glass of your window?
It's rhythmic beating like music, a song played by nature, softer, harder, faster, slower?
What beauty there is in the sounds of water coliding
Facing one another to make such music
Meeting one another to to make such beauty

I faced you

I met you

And ever since
There has been

Much music
And
Much beauty

 

Reviews

[Frank F. Atanacio]

enjoyable, different style but nice read well penned