While talking to you online,
Listening to the pitter patter,
Of every raindrop on the decking ouside,
Smiling andĀ tapping away on my laptop,
A quick glance at the door shows little silver streaks,
I turn again, and realise the rain is reflecting the light in here,
So I smile and begin to type away to you,
All the while, watching the silver rain.
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