To the Maker of a Loud Storm and my Quiet Heart

You make rain

that sounds like a galloping herd 

on this metal roof

I, alone, inside

can hear it.

You make this noise

just for me

and I love it. 

It drowns out the clutter

in my head

and I can focus

on you

and me

here, alone, together. 

Underneath the rain. 

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