Suburban Decay

Gentle droplets plucking leaves,

like soft fingers on ivory keys,

paired perfectly with a percussive patter,

conjuring ambient dreams.

How I love her embrace,

her liquid touch,

the way she saturates my skin,

with her lullabies of love.

But most of all I love,

the way she permeates my soul,

and washes away the sadness,

of which I could never let go.

-Rob Padfield