the rain is softly descending
from clouded skies with a hinge of grey.
everywhere is quiet;
less the enamoring dampness of the air.
there is nothing else.

emotionally numb,
a predominant state of my mind.
i wished it would rain forever

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for me alone

by the panes it sings
a drone that reminisces envelop me in its wings

with a heart that burrows beneath burgeoning spring
what a tragedy it must be
not to hear the dance of myriad leaves and its wind

for me alone in my abode
but a taper to tend the sight
naught but with melancholy that i pine
a spring i left behind

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