Rain The rain pours down. It Pitter-patters all around. Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter pitter-patter. Pitter-patter. Pitter- patter. Dashing down my window. Clinging to my clothing. Grouped reflections stare back at me, from the ground. Rippling as the drips beat Down. Can't hear a sound, Pitter-patter pitter-patter. Temporarily relieving my reflections of their tiring work, I push sticks into the murk. Someone is calling. But I can't hear a sound. Except the rain, all around. Pitter-patter. Pitter-patter. Pitter- patter.
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