A Little Thought on Rain When It's Not Even Raining

A Little Thought on Rain When It's Not Even Raining

When rain bounces off the windshield 

In patterns, 

Drumming to the sky’s heartbeat 

In soft thrums, 

I begin to think and 

I now believe the melody 

Could be the currency 

Of the sky; 

Perhaps this, and 

Perhaps rainbows are donations 

To fall like coins into our hearts 

As they rattle, empty, 

Like tin cans. 

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VT

15 years old

maelynslavik

VT

15 years old

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