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No soul around.
Only me
The sound of my feet
And millions of drops,
Slowly guiding my way.
But wait.
A distant sound.
A joyful sound.
Getting closer and more familiar with each step.
A dancing sound.
The sound of Scottish pipes.
No soul around.
Just me and the piper,
Transcending me to another world,
World of highlands,
World of sun,
World of open sky and green grass,
The world of simple joy.
So I sit
And listen,
Enjoying a perfect rainy day.