Rain
Midnight:
The gentle patter of each drop unfolding on my windowsill.
Morning:
The smell of freshly fallen beads like diamond glitter upon the grass.
Thunderous:
Where the clouds hold notority but cry tears pure and plain.
Copyright © Riley Hood | Year Posted 2017
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