This was kind of written quickly.
Maybe it is better to say that it was lazily written.
I wasn’t looking for anything other than describing the rain, which I kind of did.
As per usual, this could become something better.
It’s a rough draft.
I hope you enjoy.
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The rain falls through the night
It cuts through the stillness
It creates its own rhythms
And carries familiarity
In waves the rain falls
And so it changes volume
Sometimes it holds the background
At others it envelopes all
As the rain falls
Smells linger in the air
Much like the rhythms
They wax and wane
As the rain falls through the night
It paints familiar scenes
Whilst inhabiting presence
It seems to prolong time
Stupidity Hole 