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by Kati Jun 18, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
It's usually cold, wet, and pattering. At times it's refreshing, unnerving, and relaxing. The pitter patter on a single window the sound of a ton of bricks hitting concrete all of it, can make for one sight that relaxes the brain. The brain, The body, The spirit. All of this, relaxed by rain.**Completely made up on the spot because it's raining and I know it sucks but still, tell me what you think. Please?**