Rain. . .
sitting by the window,
i'm watching rainfall,
each drop that touches the ground,
seem to make my heart pound,
the rain outside,
competing with my tears inside,
the difference,
nothing but. . .
the rain wets the yard,while
my tears wet my heart. . .
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