It is raining again in suburbia
I can tell not by windows
Or outside sounds
Drip.Drip.Drip.
But by the echoes of raindrops
Falling down
All around
Into buckets on the ground
Drip.Drip.Drip.
Damp wood
Scent of mold
Seeking comfort in my soul
Drip.Drip.Drip.
Clutching knees to my chest
Atop my empty mattress
Drip.Drip.Drip.
Eye twitches
Go with the sound
Drip.Drip.Drip.
The voices have started again
Drip.Drip.Drip....
Echoes stop
Rain has halted
Faint screams
Leaving my dreams
The buckets glow red again
It was raining in suburbia
About the Creator
Kate
Just a girl trying to get back into her love of writing. Currently works in retail, while being a scream queen model of sorts for her significant others photography page. Believer of all things magical.
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