White Noise Lullaby
It’s nine in the evening,
And it’s raining outside;
I don’t hear any thunder.
The storm sounds like
A broken television set,
Or the evening news,
Full of sorrow and blues,
And I begin to wonder…
And it’s raining outside –
Nature’s white noise lullaby.
poem by Dyhanara Rios
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