I sit and listen to the rain patter on my window
Feeling all snug and warm inside
The pattering is soft for a while
Then there are moments when it's loud
It's like a musical of raindrops
Playing beautifully on my pane
It lulls me off to my calm place
My eyelids begin to slowly drop
Slumber will soon be here
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Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.
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