rain, sleep

The sweet rain I cherished as a child
Is the same rain I fear as a grownup.
The gentle rain that never hurt me then,
Now makes me sneeze and cough.
Fear, as Yoda once said,
Is a path to the dark side.
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At the office, the rain told me to go home.
At home, it told me to sleep.
I am still awake.
The rain speaks a strange language.
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Into the deep forest of slumber I go.
Unto its grounds I lay down my day memories.
Tomorrow, at the break of dawn,
I shall gather them once more.
Some, I will lose. They are the forgotten.
A few new ones will be added. Lessons learned.
Strange thing, the journey through the night.
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In a world and at a time
where everybody is sleeping,
I am awake.
I'll guard your dreams.
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TXT GAP.
Even in my sleep, she is the one I texted.
Even in my wakefulness, she doesn't reply.
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