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The Rain

April 29, 2011
By Anonymous

Outside is the rain still asking to join
Me in my sleep
Playing me a tune that so fast becomes
A strewn with sadness and sorrow
I wait till the morrow
Awake in my bed
The rain still asking to join


The author's comments:
I was sick with the flu when i wrote this. The rain was making patterns on the window from the wind. It was almost like the wind really was asking to come inside.

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