Sitting in my apartment, watching and listening to the rain outside.
White noise, in rhythm all it's own,
the leaves of the trees flushing verdant in an orgasm of wet,
the branches swaying to and fro with the wind,
the water turning into a river in the street,
taking detritus as it flows.
White noise, in rhythm all it's own,
the leaves of the trees flushing verdant in an orgasm of wet,
the branches swaying to and fro with the wind,
the water turning into a river in the street,
taking detritus as it flows.