rain falling
on my window pane
the constant pitter patter
striking the glass
that has been struck
over and over throughout the years
rivers flowing
down my window pane
everchanging
irrationally streaming left
desperately skewing right
but always falling down
to reverse the rain
have it slide up my window pane
remove itself and stay floating
in the sky
detached from the earth
with no fear of falling
free
my window pane
only a distant memory
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