#romance #rain

Days of rain


Shrouded by the gentle murmur,


Of raindrops falling to break,


Upon the straw-thatched roof you join me under,


Patiently we wait.



I look upon you and wonder,


If I asked...


Would you stay?


Here behind the drawn curtains,


A veil water glassy.




And now,


As the ripples die,


The pitter-patter turns to silence,


You wake, turning to leave,


And I whisper...











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