some things are best left unsaid
as droplets gently descend into the dark
they seem to whisper, "tsk tsk"
with every tap on her bedroom window.
they try to warn her to take cover
in the calm before the storm
but light travels faster than sound
and she didn't wait to listen.
she was blinded by his brightness
and embraced the ringing in her ears.
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