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| The Rain by © vision_wolfe The rain falls like a kicked-over bucket, and all I can think is that I wish there were someone to share the sound of it with. It hits the pavement with a hiss like indrawn breath, and I want to compare the sound to a pleased lover. It slips along the asphalt with the sinuous grace of nude bodies meeting in its night-like blackness and makes me wonder what you look like in the moonsoaked pool of passion and dark. Rain makes music on the roof like a thousand small deep drumcreatures emptied of their hearts upon my housetop. I sit waiting for the night when I might give in to the rain and all its promises ... Vision Wolf, whose soul sits perched on the rooftop in rain, with all the loves she once knew. |
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