Rainy Day

Tiny shadows

drip from lacy fingers

rough limbs droop

yet the rain keeps coming.

In the stillness,

a low hum, the tune of the everyday;

time drags its feet

getting splinters from the hardwood floor.

The creaking of old timber

and the heavy sighs of an old home

fill the damp moments as they trickle

down the window pane; leaving behind

wet trails that we follow with our eyes

until we reach the final reservoir.

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