Droplets On The Pane

 


As I awaken at the break of dawn

I hear the sound of a morning storm.


I laid there listening as the rain 

droplets pitter pattered on the 

window pane.


It brought back memories of days

gone by.I ran through the rain my

face turned up high, the droplets were

pulsing, massaging the skin.It felt so

inviting not wanting it to end.


I smiled to myself, of these thoughts in

my head, as I thought of these droplets 

on the pane again.


 

 




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