Jul 2018
Still
The world stops to listen
To the gentle trickle
The lull of pattern
The plants thrive
And thunder shakes the ground
The world stops to listen
To the gentle trickle
The lull of pattern
The plants thrive
And thunder shakes the ground
Short little poem I came up with listening to a recording of rain while doing schoolwork.
(17/F)
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