Rain's SongA Poem by Midnight's Mistress
And as the rain falls,
Hitting the ground repeatedly, The sound of the drops echo Through my silent room. I lay in bed in a trance, Hearing the pittering rain. But not recognizing the rain itself, Just the sound it makes My window wishes it was me, Able to stay dry in bed. Instead I thank it for it's job, And applaud the percussion of the rain. Soon, I will fall asleep, And the rain shall continue to fall. But when I wake, the sun shall shine And the rain shall patter no more. © 2013 Midnight's MistressAuthor's Note
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