His voice a rhythm like rain, words rolling over themselves.......

“ His voice a rhythm like rain, words rolling over themselves... “You are distinguished from the leaves by the shape of your eyes.They are whiter in color and rounder. Except on nights like this when the leaves are luminous....”“Still, you are distinguished from the night–your voice silent as candles melted in their own pools, used up with expression and light.... ”

Debi Cimo

From : Delicate The alchemy of Emily Greyson