rainmusic
A sparsely furnished room:
light comes and goes,
casts shadows, manipulates mood.
Outside: the sound of rain.
Inside: music plays.
When one rises, one falls:
the low rumble of thunder,
a bass trombone.
Outside: a passing car
splashes a large puddle;
Inside: a crashing cymbal.
The record ends.
Light drops tap at the window;
the needle skips:
scratch, scratch, scratch;
a lightning flash, and you are gone.
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