Rain and Rays
dripping rain,
tapping on the glass,
my eyes will follow,
the winding paths,
and in the end,
a whole new race,
of rolling drops,
at their new pace,
no control,
in where they go,
so rain can fall,
and i wait for snow...
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2012
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