The Rain

Pitter Patter, against the window pane.

I hear it still, it is the sound of gently falling rain.

Or is it instead the rhythmic noise of ponies in the night.

As dreams are made and begin to dance above the clouds tonight.

I slumber still beneath the noise and smile within my dream.

You sooth my soul, it is the sound, the world it seems.

-OM

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