Drop

I heard the rain one day
hypnotic on the glass

its melancholy song
and shining on the grass

leaves that whisper tears

a shadow in the oak

here to take me back
in black and whistling smoke

I heard the rain again
saw my home at last

I slid softly down the leaf
into the shining grass.

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