The Rain

The rain was a constant patter on the window

the sound soothing but yet chilling

it chilled me to the bone as i listened to the sound

mixed with the eerie feeling of being alone

alone in the huge house on the hill

the whitewashed walls and the heavy sealed window

the window at which i sat

listening to the constat patter of the rain on my house

this is the place i called home

the time was half past three

where i stared at the oak tree

staring back at me in the rain

the soothing sound of it pattering on my house

the necklace of hope hanging from the branch of the tree

it was strangely soothing to me

watching it swing back in the wind of the storm

but i could not escape these whitewashed walls of my house

i could not escape into the rain to the tree

with the one necklace of hope swaying from its branch

as i cry out in agony for the sweet rain that pattered lightly against my window

the door opened

the smell of the rain mixed with the earth wafting through to assault my senses

i was finally free

 

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