Rain

Rain drops collect on the wind shield

Swiped away by the wipers seconds later

A new slate of drop-less glass is left behind

The cycle repeats

 

I listen to the rain

Trying to sort out the thoughts running through my head

 

Less than an hour ago

I was wrapped up in your warm arms

Listening to the rain on the windows of your bedroom

 

The sound was comforting and rhythmic

but now that we are miles apart

the sound is achy and uneven.

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