The pitter patter of rain
Breaking the quiet
Watching the streaks
On my window pane
Siloutte on the wall
Inky darkness
Lingering scent
Erie fire light
Night falling quickly
Chasing the clouds
Echos of thunder
And to it all...
My eyes and my skin
Tell me so much more
For I have not ever head a sound..




Thanks Lane, My sister is partially deaf so she ends up missing part of the world; it impacts me because I sometimes forget she doesn't hear everything. 
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