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Whispers in the Rain
The rain taps on the parking roof,
a gentle cadence of tired persistence.
I hear silent thoughts,
carried on the wind's whisper,
as the fan creaks its old tune,
a lullaby for weary soulsIn the quiet of the drizzle,
I find the echoes of past losses,
they dance softly in the mist,
each drop …