Pit. Pat. Pit Pat.
Raindrops hit the old screen on the window.
Pit. Pat. Pit-pit-pat.
Sounds should soothe…
Pit. Pat. Pit-pit-pit-pat.
Echoes sounding off in my mind
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
The rain signals his return.
Pit. Pat. Pit-pit-pit. Pat.
His footsteps echo in the hall.
Pit. Pat.
The window pane, cool to the touch, I take for a pillow.
Pit-pat. Pit-pat.
I brace for the storm soon to come.
Pit. Pat. Pit-pit-pat.
I hear the footsteps stop behind me.
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
Forever immersed in a world of memories, I watch the sky break anew.
Pit. Pat. Pit-pit-pit-ppt-pit-pat.
The torrents have come. Within and without.
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