Rain

Mar 27, 2005 12:58

Dear Weather,

Last night was amazing. The way that you rained on my ceiling and rocked me to sleep was unforgetable. It was the first time I heard you in so many months and it's something that I missed when I lived in the other apartment on the middle floor and all I heard were footsteps at night. You're still around, tap dancing on the roof to your own song, but for some reason in the daylight I can't hear you as much as during the night. Why is that? Well, dispite what I don't hear, you look fabulous in the light as you angle down from the sky. I'd really appreicate it if you come around tonight when I am about to fall asleep.

Thank you.

apartment, metaphor

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