Rain

the rain is on my bedroom window and
the amber glow from the train station transmutes it into a million gold beads,
transforms the pane into a lite-brite.
the wind swirls and gusts outside, incessantly
pushing against the drops and making them dance in a
stop-motion film
while I play the perfect songs for its soundtrack.

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