Hearing the sound on my chimney
the rhythm of the rain
the rap, the tap,
the ratta-tat-tat,
the beat of the drumming
Rain trickling, sliding on my window pane
the rap, the tap,
the ratta-tat-tat,
Rain beating on the glass
Rain mashing, and mixing with fumes
On this night dark and dreary
I smell and savor the flavor of the rain
taste buds alien and familiar to the rain
nostalgia, droplets of memory pouring
with the rap, the tap
the ratta-tat-tat, of the rain
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