Soft Percussion
Gray clouds drape the sky like wet silk
Each droplet a whispered memory
Tapping rhythms against windowpanes
The world softens, blurs at its edges
Quiet seeping into concrete and leaf
Washing away the day's sharp corners
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Soft Percussion
Gray clouds drape the sky like wet silk
Each droplet a whispered memory
Tapping rhythms against windowpanes
The world softens, blurs at its edges
Quiet seeping into concrete and leaf
Washing away the day's sharp corners