I listen to another round
of early morning rain
it's such a pleasant fluid sound
I hope there's no refrain
there's drumming on the window sill
and every noisy splash
is like the sound the cymbals spill
a chill inducing crash
I feel the gentle rhythm lull
me softly back to sleep
until I'm pestered by the pull
of vows that I must keep
Are You Reading Me?
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