13 Nov

tink…  tink.

tat… tink

tink…. tat… tink.

tat… tink. tat

tink. tink. tat. tinktat…  tinktat. tinktinktattink. tattink…

…and so rain drops begin to fall and the musical chimes upon a copper roof begin.  And what once was silence kept between them for a season too long, becomes the sound of giggling laughter.  The cool water glides along their downspouts, tickling them all along the way.  One can not contain it, the other gives in as well, and matching the orchestra above, the sound of laughter between two old friends begins to grow and so too does a relationship.  And a conversation renewed, takes form once again.