March 12, 2008
'The rain softly patters
Against my window pane.
The drops hitting the glass
In time with my heart.
I see nothing
But my steamy breath
Making clouds on the window
And the rain splashing
As it hits the glass.
I hear nothing
But the beating of my heart
In sync
With the gentle beat
Of the rain.'

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