Oct 2015
The falling rain pitter pats quietly,
so quietly.
It is a whispering in my ear,
soft words,
loving words.
Singing me to my slumber,
it promises me endless pleasantries.
I wish the rain was you.
so quietly.
It is a whispering in my ear,
soft words,
loving words.
Singing me to my slumber,
it promises me endless pleasantries.
I wish the rain was you.
