The pitter patter of rain on the roof
Warms me with tea in my hands.
It's almost a song-
The drops against the tin,
And while thinking about it now,
I'm not sure why anyone would look forward to clear skies
When rain can sound so beautiful.
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PoetryThis book is original poetry done entirely by me, Jayden:) !You can expect some really deep poetry, feel free to comment/vote and enjoy! ❤️My favorites: -I Never Told You -White sadness - rain on tin - monsters - addiction - just in case - unfamil...
