A cadence.
Tip.
Tap.
Tink.
Rivulets
running in streams
down the window panes.
Drops
hitting the roof
like a snare drum.
A slow,
steady rhythm
beating softly in time.
A song of something new.
Hear the rain.
Sometimes an introspection. Sometimes a vent. Maybe entertaining. Maybe thought provoking. Always my life.
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