Rain falls, the sky grey.
The soft drops hit the ground.
The water splashes, drips.
And I am comforted,
Listening to the sounds, so familiar,
Sounds that I know best.
Knowing that the earth grieves with me.
YOU ARE READING
:: Incandescent ::
PoezjaShe looked at the stars, and the stars looked back. Trigger warning, I suppose. After all, it is just my thoughts...
