The Rain

Drip. Drop.
Pitter. Patter.
A voice as soft as the rain
Blends in with the atmosphere
Drip drop.
Pitter patter.
No, the rain is speaking to me
I breathed
Suggestions fill my head
I feel like I'm in a trance
Drip drop.
Pitter patter.
The sky is desolate
So is my mind
Drip drop.
Pitter patter.
Beclouding, Bleak, Dreary, Empty
I can hear the rain speaking to me
A comforting and throbbing sequence of
Drip drops.
Pitter patters.
The rain is still there
I can hear the rain
Can you?