Rain
Drops of crystals slide down my window,
I watch it closely from my pillow.
The billowing wind sends creaks through the house,
I could hear the panicked squeaking of a mouse.
A calm fell over me,
It was like the sky had become the sea.
Every tiny patter on the roof lulled me further,
My brain is now a retired worker.
My eyes eventually saw nothing,
My mind and dreams brushing.
The rain finally gave me sleep,
I can’t understand why people think it’s so bleak.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
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