Don't you love
Hearing rain on windows.
Calm, chattering, relentless.
Don't you love
The safety of that.
Eternity of nature
Circling round.
Don't you love
Lights and noise in the distance.
Never too urgent.
Always removed slightly,
Unobserved,
By the masses.
Don't you love
Hearing the dusk call,
of winter's insistent rainfall
Don't you love
Hearing rain on windows
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