Clothes tumbling in the drier are syncing up with the rain,
and there's a quiet rhythm in this house that keeps repeating over and over.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I don't always mind the distance between us, but stormy days are always exceptions
(and hot, sunny days too).
(and hot, sunny days too).
1 comment:
that is a great color on you
and aren't storms the best for creating imagery? the rhythm of the rain forming a cadence in our minds, the words in tune, the silence the rhymes
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