THE SOUND OF RAINA Poem by KCthelastboyscoutlittle pleasures
You hear the first raindrops against the bedroom window
You were asleep, now you're awake Don't move Listen Enjoy the tapping sound of anticipation Falling teardrops turning into sprinkles of mist eventually becoming a hard rain And then...in the distance...the sound of thunder Ecstasy Now... back to sleep © 2018 KCthelastboyscoutAuthor's Note
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