Outside
The rain is falling
And the sound of droplets against my window fills the room
I lay
Watching the water run down the glass
The light from the street lamps illuminating each drop
As the shadows play across the floor
The air is cool
And the oppressive moisture has gone
Replaced with a gentle calm
That permeates the walls and sinks into the floorboards
In the peaceful grey
Of this evening
I am reminded
Of all the storms that have come before
And how there is only time
Between then
And now
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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Thank you, Adnama. I am so grateful for you. 🙂
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This poem speaks true. It is very beautiful.
I hope you are doing well ❤
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Thank you so much, Sara. I am doing better. It has been a long week, but I am glad to have some time now to rest and regain energy. I hope you are also doing well.
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Yeah. All good thank you. I have had a crazy couple of weeks, but good crazy. 🙂
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I am glad to hear that. I can certainly relate… Good crazy is often the best case scenario. 🙂
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Lovely poem my friend, sounds like a tranqwale evening.
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Thank you, Dawn. It was, in a way. It was a beautiful storm.
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Your Welcome my friend, ya thunder can be a little nurve racking at times but a nice mello rain can be nice.
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Hm. That is a very good way to put it. It works on several levels. I like the way you think, Dawn. I am so glad you are the way you are.
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Thank you and your Welcome my friend.
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