Wednesday, June 03, 2015


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

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