The pat, pat, pat, <br />Of falling rain, <br />A radio's quiet reflection, <br />A small scared dog, <br />Wet, wanting to come in. <br /> <br />The sounds are woven <br />Within my life, <br />Like an old hemp rope, <br />With each strand frayed, <br />To sound my existence. <br /> <br />A chorus of strings, <br />Echoes from the past. <br />The gusting wind, <br />Of dual reality, <br />The rushing sounds, <br />Of love and fate.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sounds-2/
