I wrote the poem below some years ago, now I just modified it a little to be more suitable for this post.
The Rain Against My Window
I hear the water falling down,
crushing on the glass
Invisible drops on invisible wall,
rushing down, towards the ground
There's no sound more peaceful, more consolable,
than the rain against my window
I don't need to cry,
for the sky cries for me
Tears down my window,
and the sound,
no need to be found
No need for heat, or hope, or comforting words,
no need for trust, or music, no flame to burn
I'll be safe, I'll be home,
as long as it rains against my window
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