Un/A/I Pluviophile
I despise the patter of raindrops' dance, Loathe the thunderous beats of music's trance. The fleeting TikTok whispers, brief and sly, Assault my senses, make me wonder why. A cacophony of keys, a tip-toeing storm, Noisy symphony, my patience they deform. In this realm of sound, I find no peace, Averse to every note, my solace seeks release. How do I shroud my ears, escape this din, A sensitivity to sound, my Achilles' skin?...