Sunday, September 28, 2014

the wiping rain



The wiping rain
In the middle of the morning
The rolling thunder hit the note
Rattling sound on the roof

Occasionally cars passing through
The night owls returning after night calls
For these drivers everyday affairs
Sleeping late wake up in the sun

The middle morning rain
The whining in the drizzling night
No lovers or champions to comfort
It is just the falling out of saints

The dogs and cats hide away
No business to grumble in the night
But the wiping rain keep falling
In the night of quietness


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