The drip drip drip
of the rain
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
Fantastic words. Thanks for sharing.
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🙂 My pleasure . thank you for taking time out to read and comment .:)
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