Drip , drip

The drip drip drip

of the rainrain-on-window

revives a memory

from long past

wafting around in my mind,

rain , thunder and lightning

and the never ending ennui,

whispers behind the closed doors

slurping from coffee cups

by the window ,

musty smell of the drying clothes

and the heavy silence

within the confined space

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