Rat-tat-tat against my window
A smell of morning dew snips into my room
Isolated melancholic clouds hanging outside
Never seeming to stop,simply moving
Inevitable to escape, the rain surrounds us all
Nonsense floods though, its is wet but comforting
Gingering shivers as think of its bitter taste
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