the sound of the airconditioner in your room is a slight drizzle falling on rooftops and leaving clinging droplets on bright, blithe umbrellas.
the room has gone yet the drizzle is here tap tap tapping on a faded tent
outside, can't help myself from a smile escaping and my eyes closing
on that bed where i used to lay listening to the sound, breathing in scents of laundered sheets, shirt and ssh hmm mmm