It's when the rain rolls in that I stay inside
To remind myself to quiet my mind and listen to the drops all around.
The peace and solitude is as refreshing as the garden growing greener
What will I do with all of these plants and no plans to plant them?
I still long to watch them grow.
The climbing red rose shrivels with the rain and I notice a new bud in it's infant phase
It's going to take some time to watch it bloom but it'll be as beautiful as the sound of nothingness outside.
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