The Rain
pitter patter....goes the rain
like a melod it plays the same game
each little droplet is a key a note of some sort
and slowly the song begins to contort
the song of sorrow shapes and forms
in to how all around you people you once knew how now have conformed
its crazy how only the rain can share your thoughts
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