The Music Of Rain

December 27, 2009
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Rain is falling without words
Almost like music as it hits me
The wind is its voice and it accompanies me
In my lonely shadow where slumber threatens
To overcome and sweep me away into fantasy and games.
Oh But waste not the midnight hour
Dare the sacred spectactle to enfold
The moon, the mists,rain is truly music now.
Lightening is a clash of cymbals
The winds are a series of flutes
Thunder is the drum.
Rain is falling without wordss
Hitting me with emotions raw
It leaves my heart tender,
And my soul exposed.

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