Beads of condensation
Sound of aggravation
Making for a sleepless night
Because of sounds fright
Sweet beads from the sky
Fall around us like a lie
With the sound of pitter and patter
On my window frame
Creating puddles down the slippery round
As car violently splash them out of the way
These beads feud our mind
And body
Essential for life
Water
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Just words that flow
A river in my head
It twists and turns
And never stays the same
The current is strong
You can never go back
Pen it down
And remember
The joy of the ride
Through the rough bumpy tide
That are the words
In my mind.