Rain taps at the window
like the keys on a piano
and I hum along.
2.24.11
Mountains watch over
a city trapped within a
lone restless valley
2.25.11
A moist chocolate cake
stays dry inside her display
outside dark grey skies.
2.26.11
Look! those two fools there
dancing in the rain-full of
joy and of red wine.
No stars nor no moon
the sun timidly wakes up
but the rain wont sleep.
I like the piano keys, making music, as you make the best out of rain. This is the rainy season, isn't it? So why should I be surprised.
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