The House on The Hill

It was raining

Every single droplet plays to melancholic harmony

The trees were dark green , fully soaked in every drip

This room Is dark , peaceful and quiet , acknowledging the rain to sing

I saw a house on the hill

It was white , huge and empty

In this time and hour , I wonder , how lonely must have the people in it feel

Are they singing along , to the echoes of these endlessly raining beats

I laid my hands out of the window

The water was cold , the air is freezing

Seasons changed

But darling , have you ?