As the falling rain trickles among the stones memories come bubbling out. it’s as if the rain had pierced my temples. streaming streaming chaotically come memories: the reedy voice of the servant telling me tales of ghosts. they sat beside me the ghosts and the bed creaked that purple-dark afternoon when i learned you were leaving forever, a gleaming pebble from constant rubbing becomes a comet. rain is falling falling and memories keep flooding by they show me a senseless world a voracious world--abyss ambush whirlwind spur but i keep loving it because i do because of my five senses because of my amazement because every morning, because forever, i have loved it without knowing why. paraphrase the entire poem in your own words. i feel like giving out 50 points to whoever actually answers this since i needed it for an assignment 2 weeks ago and wanted to see if posting this on would actually work so