and I remembered something
I couldn't picture
maybe it was the song playing softly in the background
maybe it was the way this room looked lit by candles
maybe it was the way the grass smelled
something like it did
a long while ago
when I was just a kid
sitting in the window watching the rain fall
just like I still am
& maybe there's some magic in the rain
something that keeps me from forgetting the little girl who used to sit by her window
watching the rain fall
something that helps me remember
who it was that she dreamed of becoming
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