Lydia Thomas

Raindrops






They tap and bang against the glass
they want to be let in
Then dissolve before my eyes
As though they were
never there

The sky is nothing more than
blueish grey
The demist light dances
with the cloud

The world washed
with grey and darkness
everyone is
weighed down

You forget though
what rain feels like on
your skin
the subtle hint
of the sweetest flower
Rain is beautiful
Not something to hide
and wish away

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