rain

Reblogged with kind permission.

dעr tאlmid

she is sitting behind her desk
her face is lit
(just a reflection of the computer screen on her skin)
do you hear the music of the storm
played by the raindrops and wind
on your windowsill

do you think rain has the soul
or maybe it is like us
all
let its drops randomly collide
and then fall
and then fall

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