Stripped of the Shinies

There was something about the night-scape,lights,and the droplets of rain that was deeply alluring. It spoke of silence, beauty, and the silent sadness of the city dwellers.


There were lights. But they felt empty.

Downtown Lavandière

I could sleep better hearing the patter of the rain.
Lullaby-like. Refreshing.
It washes the sadness and pain.

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Then it rained, and the people's faces were ashen.
We've waited so long for summer. I should have been as well,
all those days when I hated the wet season.


But I shrieked with glee, I threw my umbrella and danced
all over the puddles. That day, I thought differently.





I could love the rain after all.