Rain

Drops of crystals slide down my window,

I watch it closely from my pillow.

 

The billowing wind sends creaks through the house,

I could hear the panicked squeaking of a mouse.

 

A calm fell over me,

It was like the sky had become the sea.

 

Every tiny patter on the roof lulled me further,

My brain is now a retired worker.

 

My eyes eventually saw nothing,

My mind and dreams brushing.

 

The rain finally gave me sleep,

I can’t understand why people think it’s so bleak.

 

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