If you told me how the rain
\nfalls inside itself,
\na flock of odyssey
\nas it rides the wind,
\nI would say the rain is alive
\nlike strings of a harp strummed together,
\nechoes,
\ndelicate as a chorus,
\nstriking the anvil of a window,
\ntrembling the leaves,
\nthe roar of surf,
\njoined in the speaking of the rain,
\nand modulated in the voice
\nof a soul,
\nthat lives in the indices of the world,
\nsilent,
\nuntil the rain comes and lets it sing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
If you told me how the rain falls inside itself, a flock of odyssey as it rides the wind, I would say the rain is…<\/p>\n