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as i sit silently by my window
and watch the raindrops slide
down the glass
i think of home
and i begin to wonder where home is
i think maybe
it's a place where raindrops
don't fall or at least
not on days that i feel
like this
and as i watch the water
i find myself crying
and for hours
(or maybe only minutes or even seconds)
i sit there silently
and watch the raindrops slide
down the glass
(home, 1993)