Rain
Gently knocking on my window
Coloring the sky with gray
Flowing down hills toward the meadow
It's the highlight of my day
My face frozen in time
As my cheek of porcelain
Touches the see-through wall
Every Time it heats up
Fades away
Leaving a puddle of smoke suck
To the face of it
Calming me with it's gentle lullaby
As i step into the world of dreams
or is it nightmares?
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