Pitter Patter

The drops fall constantly

but the day grows gloomier as the drops fall slowly.

A fist full of days...

then will it be over?

Perhaps?

Will this darkness, gloom, anger

bitterness, apathy, regret close as the year does?

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It was said in John: “Let he who is without sin be the first one to cast the stone.”

Did a blameless cast the fist stone?

Nay, opposite.

Peace, my friends. I'm no judge.

I merely relay what I have witnessed.

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"Do not begrudge a sou(like peso in old french)

Its not what we Christians must do."

--Les Miserables

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The pitter patter does not cease.

It falls constantly outside the window.

The drops are random

But there is a pattern.

Can you see it?

Mayhaps you need only hear it.

Pitter

Patter

The sound of raindrops...

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a free form poem of some sort

dedicated to the bitterness around me.