The rain pelts pester upon my window.
Making me feel like sill will
snap all by itself.
They begin to creep closer to me
as I begin to feel uneasy.
Tension replaced relaxment,
calmness ended up being nerves,
which gave me the clammiest case
of hands you have
ever
felt.
I tell those pestering pelts of rain,
to go somewhere else but they
just
continue.
Spit. Spit. Spit.
Washing away,
the dreams that don't happen in a day.
Wishing,
that I slept on the other side.
In time those tedious drops
won't be found if i just have
perfect patience to give those pelts
time.
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