Forgive me, it still needs a fair bit of tweaking. I guess I need feedback or comments. "I really love this" or "this sucks" doesn't really help me though...
Her head turned ever so slowly to the window,
watching the lights stream by.
They said nothing to her eyes,
as she drifted past on the wet blacktop.
But, their rhythm whispered the same old rainstorm song,
soft and caramel in her ears.
The melody was familiar,
yet, not all the same.
To each new rain its own sound.
To each raindrop its own pitch.
They fell from the moon,
who hung clear and bright in the distance,
like a guardian, a guiding light.
They fell from the heavens,
angels of night-music.
The wipers broke the penny-shisle raindrops
and strung them across the glass of the windshield.
The quiet swiping lulled her to close her eyes
and press her face against the barrier
separating her from her choir lights.
They illuminated the insides of her eyelids in passing,
pinks and orange, red and white,
and they sang their goodbyes.
Goodbye city.
Goodbye to the sloshing of tires on a rainy day.
Goobye city lights.
And when they were all but gone,
fading like a great ocean liner
in the black-drop of her journey,
waving their white handkerchiefs in la belle noir,
only the penny-whistle raindrops
remained.
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