They laid there together, without
saying a word, letting the sound
of the falling rain fill the silent room.
He wondered how something that sounds
so much like the tapping of a thousand
impatient fingers could be so soothing.
She wondered why he never wanted to
play in the rain anymore.
The Odyssey – 1st Reprieve.
July 24, 2009 · Leave a Comment
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