Raindrops
As I sit and look out,
I hear the soft cadence
of dripping eaves as
afternoon fades from the sky.
I’m completely mesmerized by the gentle sound
and the slow, methodical raindrops sliding down
the splattered windowpane
... as twilight comes with rain.
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