The soft sound of the rain
Gets so much louder
The original calm falling of
Tiny water droplets turned into
A frantic rush to the ground
Of the heaviest drops of water.
A soft voice and a pleasant conversation
Was all calm and the topic was cool
I remember the occasional
Laughter and smiles
The voices got louder
And more frantic to
Overthrow the other voice, and
It keeps spiralling
Snowballing
Silence.
That's how I ended up alone, without opening my mouth.
Because others opened theirs, and I didn't step in. And the "others"
Was my family
