Have you ever felt the rain?
Have you ever felt the rain?
The pitter-patter, like my fingers on the table we ate lunch at every day during school
The pitter-patter, harder now, like the waves of shutting lockers in the halls we once laughed in
The pitter-patter, barely a drizzle like the tears on your shirt when your aunt was in trouble, a kiss of death blowing on her shoulder
The pitter-patter, blowing in the wind that followed us in the woods
The pitter-patter, upbeat and constant like the music playlist we'd choose during our late-night 'study sleepover'
The pitter-patter, dying, quiet, like the bond I mistakenly took as our friendship