night fall in Poems

  • Feb. 12, 2014, 10:16 p.m.
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I don't know what it is about a night shower of rain

and I don't know how watching the drops hit my window

can be a soother and a depressant.

The sound it makes confuses me with emotions

calm and somewhat suicidal.

Goosebumps creep on my skin,

and a shiver shoots through my spine.

A new form of emptiness engulfs my body

with a new addition of pressure against my chest.

But oh the smell that fills the air after

is enough for me to want to live to see the next shower.

And it makes me love the rain a little bit more each time.


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