Raindrop The rain is drumming on my roof. I try to make out some rhythm. As I always do. Some are angry. The other soothe them. I listen for a while. I get up and play a song. Chopin's. Kind of my ritual on rainy days. The D-flat major. Are drizzling onto the forest foliage. And trickling into the puddles. Soothing. Pensive. Poetic. The C-sharp minor. They're banging onto the roof. And shaking up the sleepers. Heavy. Dramatic. Rainstorm. I play it once, twice, thrice. As long as the weather let me. Before the hot dry air creeping in. Prelude Op.28 No.15 - "Raindrop"
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