I hear the delicate pounds on my window;
Like hundred of miniature fists,
Knocking to get in;
So gently;
Each graceful pound;
Giving me one more burst of enjoyment;
I hear your gentle voice;
Asking to be let in.
I can't.
They don't want you.
But I always will different.
I'll always care.
Every time I hear you're yearning.
I'll stare regretfully.
You aren't accepted here...
Goodbye, rain...














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