A pittering at my window invites play.
It teases, for I am captive.
What it knows not is that I am more free than I am ever before and ever after.
Every drop a hair raising shock to my skin
Yet untouched,
The pittering continues, ever persistent.
Silence and solitude a faraway thought.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 3:04 AM UTC
A pittering at my window invites play.
It teases, for I am captive.
What it knows not is that I am more free than I am ever before and ever after.
Every drop a hair raising shock to my skin
Yet untouched,
The pittering continues, ever persistent.
Silence and solitude a faraway thought.