Nothing But The Rain

It’s quite.
No sound but the rain and my beating heart.
Stood in the open doorway of the kitchen.
Dressing gown on, hood up.
The house is dark, hollow and the rain freckles my face as I smoke my cigarette.
The world is sleeping but my mind is occupied while I stand alone.
Nothing but the rain.
Nothing but my heart.
Nothing but the quiet.
Nothing but the dark.

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