L.C. McQuillen
02.06.23
The rain is falling
On the cabins roof
A staccato rhythm
of a scattered melody
Playing the song
That my heart composes
When I think of you
The upbeat ting
Of precipitation on tin
Like our body’s colliding
When we meet again
The sound
Of water sinking into soil
Absorbing, like me into your arms
The somber tone of
Heavy drops falling on a
On a Luna Moth’s wing
If I could I would fly to you
