Rain on the Roof 

This isn’t finished, but I thought I’d post it anyhow. 
Turn the radio off. 

I don’t want to hear

What that singer says about love. 

The rain on the roof 

Sounds more like my love for you

Than anything some lyricist can capture.
Don’t accompany the ache

In my chest with guitar chords. 

This is older than stringed instruments.

It’s deeper than an electric bass. 

You can’t record this intensity. 

It can’t be played back later, anyway. 
A yogi told me 

When the universe was first formed 

Its first sound was the “Om”

Like you hear in meditation groups. 

Maybe that’s what hums through me

Sitting with you while it rains outside.

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