Category : Poems

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The pitter  and the pattern or the dripping as it drops
The splashing of the water
As it flips and then flops
The indescribable feeling of it rolling off the skin
From the tiniest of  gentle misting
To the downpour filled with harshest wind
Cold and icy
Lukewarm and moist
The rain itself seems to have a way to speak its voice 
Friendly and refreshing
Harsh and unforgiving
A new day dawning 
Or a reason to leave you alone and 
shivering 
In the end perception is the only way to truly see
How we feel about the moisture that seemingly judges you or me ;
Whether a renewing moment or a sad betrayal , a moment of happiness or scorn , raindrops will keep glistening down upon us , whether in happiness or in moments where we mourn.