Sweet Repeats

I sit and listen to it fall
The gentle pitter patter of it all.
The rain on the trees and in the air.
Your breathe still lingering everywhere .
I sit and listen to it fall over and over again .
Trying to make sense of it all.
My heart in your hands makes my worries turn to sand,
between your grip each grain falls.
I sit and listen to it all.
I play it on repeat .
No matter how many times it’s always sweet.
I’m listening to it all and I’m letting myself fall....