Rain
It hits the roof, an incessant tap, tap, tap
Ping, tap, clink
She watches as the raindrops cascade down the window, racing to get to the very end first
She traces her hands against the glass, creating prints
The droplets create a distorted image of the outside, the shapes and colors mulling and bending together
She leans her forehead against the cool glass, letting it bite into her skin
She watches as the trees dance and sway with the wind and the flowers gobble up the water
As the sun hides behind the clouds, quietly resting
And she closes her eyes, in the sweet serendipity of it all
And dreams
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Iridescence✔️
Poetryhere is a list of poems a construction of my totem i'm sure you've read them before but just in case don't slow the pace take a peek come play hide and seek
