rain

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raindrops fall outside my window
while droplets fall atop my pillow.

i hope the thunder doesn't start
for once i'd like to hear the roar of my own heart.

the rain trickles down the rooftops
come morning it'll glisten as dewdrops

it forever outperforms my silent storm.
reminding me i am petty, and leaving me forlorn.

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