It's been raining all day. Don't know why I feel so attached to this world right now. This is my home and this is my death. I give out a heavy sigh. The grey clouds seem endless and makes everything look so bleak. I lean to my left and I see branches from the rose tapping against my window... I shiver from the wind's bitter touch. I pull my legs closer and lean against my knees.
I have a pile of paper cranes sitting at the edge of my desk and a small gap from the window blow them off. I put them on top of my drawers so they don't fall again. I waited silently waiting for the spring rain to cease. The wind began to pick up. I always did enjoy the sound of rain. I close my eyes for just a second and I daze off for longer than expected.
It's
like
a
nonrhythmic
song.
like
a
nonrhythmic
song.
The sounds of my dogs barking snap me out of it. For those few minutes.. I was at my peace. I can hear my neighbour's gate creek and birds tweeting outside. The rain slowly began to die down. I place the paper cranes where they use to be but the wind blows them off again... Comforting.
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