Lying here, awake.
Listening to it pour.
Only thinking of the rhythm when it hits the roof.
The rhythm makes me think,
A pattern, a beat.
A steady sound.
It makes me think of music.
Starting off light and slow.
Soft rhythm fills the silence.
Tuning everything out around me.
I start to feel it.
Its'every vibration coursing through me.
It gets louder.
It has more pain.
Its'able to express every mood imaginable.
I just lay here and listen.
It just wants to be heard.
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