The rain is sloppy
and constant
like the drone of a bored
teenager.
We don’t get rain that has any rage
out here.
It just fills the air with
grey static
for months
so that eventually
I forget what
silence
sounds like.
The rain is sloppy
and constant
like the drone of a bored
teenager.
We don’t get rain that has any rage
out here.
It just fills the air with
grey static
for months
so that eventually
I forget what
silence
sounds like.
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