The still darkness of night shattered by the drops of rain smashing across the tin roof, the occasional howl of the wind demons, the stillness of the subdued light originating from the corner and a familiar lullaby playing in your head; makes you miss something, something not tangible, something you cannot name even if you want to, something you wouldn't want to be thinking about.
It's there, always there on the back of your mind even in those busy work schedules where you have to stretch that extra hour to get the work done,even in those exhilarating adventures where your mind is preoccupied with the thrill, even in those happy moments where you are a child all over again. It takes a back seat for a while but reappears with every chance it gets, filling you with the overwhelming emotion, your eyes all wide looking for that all elusive something.
It could be love for the romantic, success for the ambitious, peace for the sinful, a friend for the lonesome, home for the lost or could be a motley; I hope it gets you going first thing in the morning when the rain stops; or that dreaded sound on the tin roof is going to haunt you forever.
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