Raindrops

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Sunday 15th November

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Raindrops battering the pane

Like a thousand grains of rice

Hurled into the maelstrom

Becoming shards of hail and ice

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Where is the sing-song sound

Of a gentle drizzling shower?

Alighting upon one’s face

Leaving diamonds on a flower

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Thinking of you

My sweetheart

Darling Angel son

xxxxx

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