The soft, steady rhythm
Just outside the panes of glass
Dotting the ground
Randomly.
I look out and smile
Taking in the smell
Of the spring rain
Admiring each drop
As it captures
The impurities
Which float through the air.
The flame flickers a moment
As a slight breeze
Comes through the window
To where I sit.
The only light provided
By the flickering flame.
A soft, warm light
Spreading through the room
Touching even the darkest corners
If only barely
Giving a moment of light
To their dark existance.

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